He Yao and Yu Qian both looked towards Liu Yiyi.
"Holy shit, what a gorgeous woman!"
The moment He Yao saw Liu Yiyi, he was dumbstruck.
He rarely met women as beautiful as her.
In all honesty, Yu Qian was a beauty; if Yu Qian weren't pretty, considering her tarnished past, He Yao wouldn't have been with her.
But compared to Liu Yiyi, Yu Qian decidedly paled in comparison.
Yu Qian could only be considered a standard beauty, whereas Liu Yiyi was genuinely the epitome of national grace and beauty.
Seeing He Yao's eyes fixated on Liu Yiyi with lust, Yu Qian pursed her lips, clearly annoyed.
She was self-aware and felt somewhat dull and lackluster compared to the stunning beauty approaching.
Liu Yiyi walked over, went straight to Lin Fei's right side, and naturally curled her arm around Lin Fei's right hand. Her fingers gently prodded the palm of his hand. Then, looking up at Lin Fei, she grinned and said, "Honey, kept you waiting, huh? How do I look in this dress?"
