Clearly, it's seeing but not acknowledging.
"You and Brother Liao, are not suitable."
Jiang Chen lifted the glass.
It was a chance meeting, and it wasn't his business, so there was no need for him to meddle, but it's the same old saying.
Do not do evil, even if it's minor; do good, even if it's small.
Not all efforts will yield rewards. If the direction is wrong, the harder you work, the heavier the price will be.
"What gives you the right to say that?"
Qian Duoduo's face suddenly became fierce, probably not directed at Jiang Chen, but a kind of instinctive reaction.
Jiang Chen swallowed his drink, holding the glass, "Different men like different types,"
Qian Duoduo could certainly understand the meaning of these words, "What type does he like?"
Jiang Chen was silent, then shook his head.
"So he just doesn't like my type?" Qian Duoduo said.
Jiang Chen didn't respond.
"Am I not pretty enough? Or is my figure not good? Or is my family too poor?"
