Manman knew she couldn't be called a beauty, so she treated his question as if it was just wind blowing past her ears.
"Yao Grandpa, we've got fifty guys on this bus, and when a woman comes aboard she's not a beauty then what is she?" the tall and handsome Kantian said.
"Like you said, with fifty guys here and one woman who's a beauty, it couldn't be ugly—"starting to bicker, Yao Ziye realized halfway through that his words were too blunt and terribly awkward, so he cut himself off.
Yao Ziye's eyebrows, arched like willow leaves, flew up toward his temples, and when he saw Manman's face, calm as still water, it seemed as if not even a thunderbolt from the heavens could stir her.
The tall and handsome guy leaned into his ear, "Look, although her looks are nothing special, her temperament is extraordinary, right?"
