Gu Qili stretched out two fingers, vigorously defending herself: "I'm already 22 years old."
"But you look like you're 12." No woman doesn't like being told she looks young, especially by the man she likes.
Her cheeks reddened, and she giggled, "Mu Shuoqian, you're so good at making girls happy, you must have had lots of girlfriends before, right?"
"No," he replied curtly.
"I don't believe it." How could such an outstanding man not have had a girlfriend before, like that Xiao Yu was a vivid example.
He straightened up and handed her the phone: "You have a lot of messages, want to take a look?"
He was changing the subject again, but Gu Qili, as usual, fell for it, took the phone and began scrolling through WeChat, pushing the matter of the ex-girlfriend to the back of her mind.
