Nothing can tarnish Ying Zijin's beauty.
Up close, with high pixel clarity, one can even clearly see the girl's long eyelashes.
[I'm so envious, even if I had this face through surgery, I wouldn't have the grace to match it.]
[You think you can just get this face through surgery?]
[Forget it, what can a beautiful woman do? Without a noble title, she'll ultimately only get married and take care of the family, don't compare an ordinary person to Miss Bier; it doesn't fit.]
Bier's expression was faint.
The City of the World has rigid social classes, vastly different.
In terms of background, no matter how hard Ying Zijin tries, she can't compare with her.
But there are still those with sharp eyes.
Suddenly, the comments started to jump furiously again.
[Damn, VIP seating?!!]
[Did you see clearly? Is that the VIP seat!]
[What kind of bug is Miss Ying, skipping straight over to the VIP area?]
[And you all say she lacks identity? I don't believe it.]
Bier frowned.
