Zhangsun Wuji was helping to wipe her face, and his hand froze when he heard this line. Seconds later, he looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "So do you think that we chase you because of your marvelous looks?"
When Meng Fuyao heard that, she knew that His Highness was unhappy and she smiled sheepishly. Though she kept quiet, her eyes gleamed in mischief and her look conveyed what she wanted to say. 'I think that looks are still very important, and there's an 80% chance that looks are partly why you guys like me. However, my skin is not that thick, and I'm not daring enough to say this, so just accept it.'
Zhangsun Wuji kept his napkin and sighed. "Luckily, it's me… If it was that bad-tempered one here, he would probably let you bleed straight away."
However, Meng Fuyao was indignant. She raised her chin high and said, "Am I wrong? Am I wrong?"
"Terrible error!" Zhangsun Wuji smirked. "You're, in fact, insulting us by saying it this way."
