Gu Huan has a face that is more beautiful than a woman, but he only has this face.
"Gu Huan! Temperament! Temperament! Do you have the basic qualities of a model?"
Gu Huan rolled his eyes. Even if he had beauty, he still needed temperament. He was daydreaming in broad daylight.
"Gu Huan, temperament."
"How many times have I told you that I don't have that damn thing!"
Song Yihuai squinted his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile, and Song Huan felt a cool breeze blowing by.
"Then let me train you."