"If even Du Qingyu's incredibly beautiful face is considered ugly by Ding Ye, then what kind of person would be considered pretty?"
"Pretty," that word should be reserved for describing women, right?
After Ding Ye left, the secretary immediately turned to Assistant Luo to probe for information, "What did President Ding mean by that?"
"Who do I ask if you ask me?" Assistant Luo was still pondering over who qualifies as "pretty."
"Haven't you been to the Ye Family before? Is there someone pretty over there?" the secretary teased.
As the saying goes, the speaker means no harm but the listener reads more into it, an idea struck Assistant Luo, and suddenly he thought of Su Hongxing's face.
To be honest, although Du Qingyu was very pretty, she couldn't quite compare to Su Hongxing—not by just a little bit.
Every frown and smile of Su Hongxing's, her every act of coquettish anger or sadness, was captivating. Even when she cried, she seemed particularly endearing.
