Duan Zhichou really knows no worries.
The entire Linghu Town knew that Mr. Duan had a handsome appearance since he was a child, with eyebrows like crescent moons and smiling eyes. As long as Duan Zhichou smiles, the grandma selling snacks will always weigh her a few more times, the vendors along the street will forget to shout, and even the children who cry willfully will be quieted down. The three aunts, six aunts and eight grandmothers will always turn into nymphomaniac women, rushing forward to knead and touch them. How old are they? Are they married? Are they interested?
When asked, Duan Zhichou looked confused. He had been a bit shy since he was a child. Whenever he met a stranger, he was at a loss and had to smile shyly. But for some reason, when everyone saw him smiling, their faces instantly turned red and they were very happy. Mr. Duan said that I just want to have a good time and have a good time, and I don't want to make a fuss! Is it a sin to have a nice smile?
Jiang Yingling was most afraid of seeing Duan Zhichou's smiling eyes.
Speaking of which, Duan Zhichou's expression was not rich. However, Wong Ai smiled slightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, making him appear somewhat clever.
At first glance, his smile appears to be that of a modest gentleman, but upon closer inspection, it always seems to have a bit of a ruffian edge to it.
Duan Zhichou's smile could be sincere, profound, frivolous or unrestrained. The changes come and go so that you can't figure out what he is thinking. You just feel that you will fall into it if you look at him so easily, which is really unbearable.