An Xiaoning was speechless. "Cut the crap, I don't feel honored or flattered at all. Whatever. Like you said, you've already gotten the surgery done. You can't possibly go under the knife again. But I must remind you, you'd better not have any children for the rest of your life. Your child is going to be ugly since he or she would be inheriting your genes. When that happens, your lie is going to be exposed."
"Doesn't matter. My children can go under the knife too when they grow up," Bu Xianxian answered nonchalantly.
"Your children are going to be so unlucky. People are going to wonder if they're really your children right after they're born. When they grow up, they'll even have to bear the risks and pain of going under the knife. Poor children. When age catches up with you, the effects of your plastic surgery are going to wear off and your true features are going to be exposed."
"You… can't you say something nice about me?" Bu Xianxian retorted.
