In his heart, Daddy was the most important.
The setting sun slowly sank, and the last bit of afterglow in the sky was gradually swallowed by darkness.
Qingyun Villa.
Bai Tong had put on her newly tailored evening gown and was standing in front of the mirror, scrutinizing the beautiful and noble reflection. She felt a sense of superiority about her beauty, at least a hundred times better looking than that bitch Su Xiaoyue.
No one would believe they were sisters, with one looking like a fairy while the other was ugly as sin.
Actually, Su Xiaoyue wasn't ugly at all, just plain. Women with her looks were a dime a dozen on the streets, so she was plain, not ugly.
Of course, in Bai Tong's heart, she regarded Su Xiaoyue as an ugly woman without any charm.
