Zhao Xueyin’s lips curled up. She found a seat and took out her phone to reply to Father Zhao’s message.
“What do you think this miss ye looks like?”
“She’s definitely not as good-looking as Miss Zhao!”
“Why isn’t she coming out yet?”
“She’s coming, she’s Coming!”
“It can’t be! This is what Miss Ye looks like?”
“This looks too ugly! It’s not quite what I imagined. Forget about competing with Miss Zhao, I’m afraid it can’t even compare to miss Zhao’s little fingernail.”
Hearing this, the mocking look in Zhao Xueyin’s eyes became even more obvious.
At this moment, another voice suddenly appeared in the air.
“Wrong, wrong! That’s not Miss Ye! That’s the one!”
“Holy shit! This is too good-looking!”
“My God! What kind of Celestial Beauty Is This?”
“Miss Ye has pierced through the starry sky and created the feeling of an entire Milky Way! My God, how can there be such a good-looking person in the world!”
Zhao Xueyin immediately looked up.
