Hearing this, Qiao Jing slightly furrowed her brows, glanced sideways at Wu Xirui, and said, "You look pretty handsome, didn't expect you to be such a chatterbox."
Wu Xirui was pleased by Qiao Jing's comment that he looked "pretty handsome."
Actually, he had grown tired of being praised for his looks since he was young, but for some reason, when Qiao Jing said it, it made him happy.
Maybe it was because Qiao Jing's compliment seemed without ulterior motive, quite plain, and her eyes didn't show any hint of amazement, right?
She was simply stating the fact.
"Being good-looking has nothing to do with whether you're a chatterbox or not."
Qiao Jing glanced at Wu Xirui and then fell silent.
Qiao Jing stopped talking, but Wu Xirui kept on babbling nonstop.
Qiao Jing was used to it and treated it as if she was listening to the chirping of insects and birds, ignoring Wu Xirui and continuing to run.