Meng Yunjing's lips gradually raised into a smile, "You're the one who said that; don't regret it later."
The two men stood facing each other, each smiling faintly yet there was a palpable tension between them, almost as if swords were drawn. Their auras were distinctly unique.
Yu Siqiao observed the genuine joy in his eyes growing deeper, "What's so good about her?"
Meng Yunjing's eyes softened with a tender light, "Everything about her is good."
Yu Siqiao laughed scornfully, "Apart from her face, she's worthless."
Meng Yunjing's smile faded, his eyes filled with disappointment, "She has a plethora of talents and virtues, yet all you see is her face."
Confronting his gaze, Yu Siqiao said, "No matter how talented, her character ruins it all. She's selfish, brutal, full of resentment. Her actions and manners are widely criticized, infamously known to all. Haven't you heard?"
