Chen Qi let out a long breath.

The look in Chen Xiaokun's eyes as he watched Chen Qi turned slightly strange. He was still young, and seemed utterly incapable of understanding what kind of person Chen Qi really was.

You couldn't blame Chen Xiaokun for that. Neither could the twenty-odd million people watching manage to make sense of what kind of contradictory mess Chen Qi was.

If you said Chen Qi was a gigolo, well, he really could make money.