Bai Jin's first impression of Qiuqiu was not good. It was not just because Qiuqiu dressed too trendily, but also because the last time they met, Qiuqiu had been slapped by a woman and drenched in water.
"Sometimes what you see with your eyes isn't the truth, just like domestic violence—looking gentle doesn't mean a man won't be violent, and dressing fashionably doesn't mean a man is unreliable," Qian said to Bai Jin.
Bai Jin reflexively glanced at Qiuqiu. Was Qian talking about him?
Could it be that this man isn't as bad as imagined?
The second time Bai Jin met Qiuqiu, her impression of him changed slightly due to Qian's words, but at most, she didn't dislike him—she hadn't yet reached the point of having a favorable impression.
"It's still early; shall we eat together?" Qian asked everyone.
