Cold-blooded

Xian Zihao indifferently looked at the way Jiang Ruolan was wearing his clothes. A trace of a faint trace of a smile flashed across his lips.

"Jiang Ruolan, how old are you?"

Jiang Ruolan's face darkened. "I'm obviously 1.64 meters!"

"Is that so? Why do you look like a kid?" He smiled, said nothing more, and walked to the elevator.

Jiang Ruolan quickly followed him. "What do you mean? 1.64 meters is not short, okay? I usually wear high heels about 5 cm, so my height is almost 1.7 meters! We just went out to eat, that's why I wore flat shoes. Do you need to look down on my height? It's normal for women to have a height of 1.64 meters."

Looking at Jiang Ruolan's serious expression as she explained everything, Xian Zihao could only smile. When the elevator stopped on the first floor, he casually grabbed her hand and pulled her out.