Gan Wenchang wore an expression of speechlessness, thinking to himself that these girls were just too damn pragmatic.
Not even bothering to hide it, at least leave some face for the guys. Reluctantly descending the stage, he turned his head to look at Xu Qingyan onstage and thought to himself.
"Just average looking, aren't we all just a nose and two eyes. Xu Qingyan from the north of the city is no match for our beauty, what's the use of a man trench-digging looking so good!"
From her seat, Xiaoyan saw something very sharp in Xu Qingyan's youthful presence, different from the common pale, young, and skinny aesthetic in the entertainment circle.
He had a tall build, clearly muscular, with a narrower face. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and when he wasn't smiling, there was a hint of sharpness, and his gaze was powerful.
Like a piece of ink, stamped heavily onto a person, black and white clearly defined.