"You're lucky this time, you ran into Yutong who's easy to talk to. If it were someone else, it wouldn't have gone so well," a girl standing to the left of Zheng Yutong reminded Xiao Ling.
Xiao Ling, who had been looking down, finally raised his head and said to Zheng Yutong, "Miss, thank you for not blaming me."
At the moment Xiao Ling raised his head, Zheng Yutong and her two girlfriends were momentarily stunned; they only just noticed how handsome and extraordinary he looked.
The two girls standing next to Zheng Yutong didn't wait for her to answer and changed their tone from one of blame to friendliness: "It's a small matter, don't worry about it. You're not hurt, are you?"
Xiao Ling had always been confident in his appearance and demeanor. Seeing the change in attitude of Yutong's two friends, he knew that being handsome was indeed an advantage.
Xiao Ling said to Zheng Yutong's two friends, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."
