Qin Jiao was angered to the point of tears. Looking rather pitiful, she shot a glance at Huo Buyu. "Buyu, how am I inferior to Ye Yao that you'd rather have her than me?" she asked the man. In terms of beauty, she wasn't inferior to Ye Yao. In terms of family background, she was far ahead of Ye Yao. Moreover, she had known Huo Buyu since she was a child. After so many years of friendship, couldn't she even compare to Ye Yao?