"Do you like what you see; need to come a bit closer, maybe, to get a clearer view?"
A cold glance swept lightly, resting quietly on that face next to Ye Jianfeng... the shiny, oily porcine countenance that Mu Lin found so unappetizing.
So this was the man Ye Zi's father intended for her to marry... Indeed, what great taste!
They were quite a good match for each other, it seemed.
Initially, the pair of murderous eyes by Mu Lin's side had scared him, but upon hearing Mu Lin's words, he snapped back to reality and looked at Mu Lin, "Divine Doctor Mu, are you addressing me? That is truly an honor." He paused before answering, "Divine Doctor Mu is like a fairy descended from the heavens, even the paintings on the wall would pale in comparison to your beauty."
The self-righteous pig, probably the very one before Mu Lin's eyes, was completely oblivious to how the temperature plunged several degrees because of his words.
