Qian Zhan stood on the podium, and countless microphones came to him. Countless shouts and screams were heard all around. The reporters with strong figures crowded forward crazily, with the microphones in their faces, and they kept asking questions one after another.
Qian Zhan calmly adjusted his clothes, then coughed, looked at the blond hair, black hair, big waves, and long black hair in front of him, and said calmly:
"Although people often say that I'm not handsome, I can't take it too seriously because people's hearts are so different from each other!"
"I've always envied you for being so happy despite accomplishing nothing, while I was young and promising but full of troubles."
"Actually, I'm a pretty good person. You have to deal with it slowly. As time goes by, you will realize that I am no longer a good person."
"Today's girls mostly treat people based on appearance. For example, when talking to handsome boys, they will be soft-spoken and gentle as water; to ugly boys, they will be loud and loud and look impatient. This is not fair. I am...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
