Jian Ru thought that Ye Xiao, that country bumpkin, was lucky to have climbed up to such a figure, likely by relying on her fox spirit-like face. Who knows what kind of dirty relationship lies behind this.
"Beauty, you finally started to stand up for me, not bad, just next time, say a few more words."
Ye Xiao turned back and looked at Qiao Si with satisfaction. He was finally showing a bit of consciousness as being one of her people.
Everyone was stunned, hardly believing what they had heard.
Someone dared to address Fourth Master Qiao as beauty in such a flirtatious tone, they must have been through hell itself to have such audacity.
Ye Qing's face was a picture of embarrassment. How could such words come from his own sister's mouth, and who had she learned this tone from? She sounded just like a rogue flirting with innocent women, yet paradoxically, this rogue bore such an innocent and clean face that no matter how rogueish her words, there was no hint of indecency.
