"Sister Qiyu, you're here too?" Bo Feier held a Chanel clutch, dressed in international designer brands, with two or three assistants and servants following behind her.
Li Qiyu sat in front of a makeup mirror surrounded by hundreds of LED lights, preparing to do her makeup.
"Are you here as a prop or a backdrop?" Bo Feier hooked her lips into a smile, not needing to pretend outside the Bo family manor. Yet that fake green tea bitch smile was a habit she couldn't shake off.
Li Qiyu leaned back in her chair, "When do men find women ugliest?"
Bo Feier's smile faded.
"I think it's when they shed their hypocritical fox fur."
"I, on the other hand, think it's when a woman is so meek to the core that she loses her dignity," Bo Feier said with a light chuckle. "In Brother Yeyuan's eyes, you are the ugliest."
Li Qiyu shrugged her shoulders, "That's very true, I agree."
Bo Feier: "..."
"That was in the past, the humble woman in front of him now is you."
