Facing Fu Yunshen's probing gaze, Ming Yao didn't dodge or evade.
How astute Fu Yunshen was; of course, he could see Ming Yao's dissatisfaction with her.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly behind his glasses, "What, you have an opinion about me?"
Not just an opinion, but a rather big one!
Ming Yao's lips curled into a mocking arc, her fingertips balancing a wine glass, gently swaying it. She leaned close to Gu Siting, her demeanor not at all weaker, as if she were the matriarch of a country.
"What opinion could I have about Young Master Fu, it's just that I think your taste is quite poor."
Fu Yunshen looked at Ming Yao without speaking, his handsome and distinguished face turning slightly colder.
Ming Yao tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Picking a low-grade version to marry, your taste really is bad."
Who this "low-grade version" referred to was clear to everyone.
