"What I said is true. Think about it, Hengyang is a good man. He's far better looking than a sick man like Zhao Jiangang. Besides, if I was really interested in him, would I kick him so hard that he became a eunuch?"
Her words were reasonable and well-founded, so everyone was convinced.
Zhou Hengyang had good personality and appearance. Everyone would give him a thumbs up!
Zhao Jiangang was not a match for him at all! He was a head shorter than Zhou Hengyang, as skinny as a dried shrimp, and his eyes were cloudy. Anyone could tell that he was up for no good.
