A few minutes later.
Under Jiajun's lead, four or five people walked in from outside the booth.
Gu Heng, who was whispering to Zhuang Zijing, couldn't help but look up.
Seeing the so-called ancestor of jerks in reality for the first time made him look a bit longer.
A height slightly over one meter seventy, somewhat skinny... with ash-white fringe casually scattered across his forehead and beside his ears.
Truth be told, even without the livestreaming filters, Tong Jingcheng's features were still quite striking, definitely much handsomer compared to Gu Heng. Otherwise, even if it were scripted, there wouldn't be so many girls willing to be jerked around...
But after just two seconds, Gu Heng looked away...
When he had no money, Gu Heng might have envied him, after all, he had once fantasized about being a handsome guy who could find a rich woman to mooch off...
But now...
That kind of idea had long been thrown out of the window...