"Can't I go?"
Hearing Quan Jinbei ask this, Shi Yaoguang gave a definite answer, "No."
Quan Jinbei's handsome face fell, revealing a dejected expression.
"Do you dislike me that much?"
As he spoke, he even blinked his eyes in a seemingly genuine manner.
Shi Yaoguang clutched her chest, feeling that this was a devastatingly handsome strike.
Quan Jinbei usually wore his gold-rimmed glasses with the flashy eyeglass chain, both at home and outside.
Ever since he started his cultivation, he had taken off the glasses.
Curious, Shi Yaoguang once asked him if his vision had improved because of the cultivation.
Who knew, he would say,
"I wear plain glasses."
Shi Yaoguang was shocked at the time.
She had always thought Quan Jinbei was nearsighted or farsighted, but it turned out he wore glasses just for that look.
In that instant, she felt as if she could hear the sound of her illusions shattering.
Quan Jinbei, however, had thick skin and didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest.
