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If it were someone else being so sharp-tongued, Fu Yanzhou certainly wouldn't let it slide.
After all, he wasn't an easy person to deal with either.
But now this person was Su Nanxing, and in his eyes, her sharp tongue became lively and adorable, bright and charming.
He didn't speak, just stared at Su Nanxing.
He had not noticed before, but now the more he looked, the more attractive he found her.
Fu Yanzhou, coming from a wealthy background, had many beautiful women throw themselves at him despite his bad temper.
One could say there was a variety of types, each with their own merits.
But Fu Yanzhou was unimpressed by all of them.
He himself didn't even know what kind of woman he liked.
But now he knew.
It turned out that really liking someone didn't fit into any neat categories.
Whatever that person looked like, that was what he found attractive.
