"How does it feel, having Young Master Xie personally welcome you, giving you plenty of face?" Xie Yu leaned against the doorway, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I'm flattered, but you don't need to give me that much face next time," Shen Zhaozhao sincerely suggested.
"What do you mean?" Xie Yu sensed that he might be being disliked.
Shen Zhaozhao, "I'm afraid your enthusiasm might lead your parents to misunderstand our relationship."
"Tsk, you're really good at giving yourself gold stars," Xie Yu derisively snorted without any courtesy, and then took another look at her from head to toe, "Don't worry, my standards are high, you're not my type."
"So, what type do you like?" Shen Zhaozhao asked, gossiping.
Just then, a variety show featuring a top Korean actress was playing on the TV in the living room. Young Master Xie tilted his chin up, "See that? She's the minimum standard at least."
Shen Zhaozhao glanced at the actress's figure and looks, admitting she couldn't compare.
