"This has nothing to do with her being pretty—" Before he could finish, his forehead was flicked by a finger Manman had stretched out, almost making him cry out in pain. He stared at Manman in shock.
"What do you mean 'pretty has nothing to do with it'? What, you men don't like pretty women and only like ugly ones? That statement of yours has no sincerity; even a fool listening to Sister Manman would know better than to say that," Manman tore his excuse apart with a single sentence.
Yao Zibao pouted unwillingly, "But Sister Manman, don't you still have many people who like you?"
"So, you're trying to call me ugly in every which way, right? I know your brother has called me ugly before; you're just like your brother."
Manman's half-teasing words made Yao Ziye halt in his tracks just as he was about to leave the bathroom.
