Jiang Yue took a sip of beer with a look of disdain and glanced over at Yu Yunyun. In his eyes, the so-called "class beauty," with her thick makeup and flirtatious dress, was of very low class, easily reminiscent of a streetwalker. Thus, he continued, "Young Master Ye, I feel sad for you. Even such trash can become the class beauty. Your college days must have been tough, huh?"
"You..." Always confident in her own looks, Yu Yunyun felt hugely insulted. She even confidently believed that with a little flirtation, Ye Fan would willingly kneel under her skirt and let himself be manipulated by her. She had played this little trick many times before, always to her satisfaction.
