Not to mention anything else, but the blond youngster sitting opposite had gone through generations of genetic refinement in his family, achieving a visual appeal of ninety out of a hundred.
As for myself, my parents were just ordinary workers, and my ancestors for three generations were authentic peasants; managing to have an eighty out of a hundred in looks was already a sign of strong genetics.
Such matters that are decided at birth, simply can't be compared.
Of course, the only aspect that might be comparable would be the fruits of Chu Mo's own struggles, which might give his future generations the capital to compete with the other side.
As he reflected on this, his gaze unintentionally fell on the girl sitting beside him, who had been eating noodles with her head down the whole time, her long hair covering her cheeks. Now, as the girl beside him lifted her head and brushed her hair behind her ears, Chu Mo finally got a glimpse of her profile.
