With the looks of a doll and a loud, brash way of speaking, how did the crude Zhang Jiabao manage to place in the Miss Xiangdao pageant? And how did she hook the supposedly low-key Gu family's young master with just a crook of her finger?
Everyone asked Gu Baolin, “Zhang Jiabao is so crude, fierce, and vain. How can you put up with her?”
Gu Lin smiled softly, his features as lovely as a painting. The dimples in his cheeks made him even more captivating. He looked like a handsome gentleman straight out of a painting. “What can I do? She crooked her finger, and I followed her of my own accord. I work so hard to make money because I'm afraid she won't have enough to spend.”
