Su Xiaosan finally saw Yan Qingsi's sharp tongue. He had always been the most suave of the Su family, and was publicly acknowledged to know his way around words, otherwise he would have never become a diplomat.
However, he could not help but feel that Yan Qingsi was skilled with her tongue, all while being arrogant.
This was the first time that Su Xiaosan saw how beautiful a woman could be when she was snobbish and proud. Without makeup, without any premium adornments, without any jewelry to accessorize herself, getting rid of all that surface glamor.
Some women were beautiful when they laughed, some were beautiful when they cried. Then there were some like Yan Qingsi…beautiful when they were proud!
Su Xiaosan nodded his head. "Whatever you said was right—I have no right to interfere with your life. I apologize for my previous words. However…I don't think that we're wrong. Just as how you hold your opinion, we hold our own."
