The living room fell silent. Ye Anyao was trembling. The servants who had sympathized with Ye Anyao and thought that her sister was a shameless mistress all turned to look at her.
Ye Beishen made a helpless expression. "Did I say something wrong? Ninth master, that's what you said!"
Huo Xiting raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes were full of the demeanor and momentum of a superior.
"That's right. Her name is Ye Beisheng," he answered calmly.
Ye Anyao subconsciously wanted to explain herself.
However, Ye Beisheng beat her to it.
She was wearing sunglasses and her red lips parted slightly. "So, you really changed your name! But you don't look like Ye Beisheng. You're not as good-looking as her, and your aura is not as outstanding as Ye Beisheng too… Did your plastic surgery fail?"
Huo Xiting was speechless.
This was the first time he had seen a woman praise herself so brazenly.
