"At the tender age of seventeen, I'm in the prime of my youth and beauty, blossoming like a flower. Unlike Miss Ye. She might look young and pretty, but in reality, she's so old her hair is falling out, forcing her to wear a wig and a fake skin," Shangguan You finished, chuckling softly.
"Shangguan You, clarify yourself! Who's losing their hair?" Ye An's anger rose, but she couldn't lay a hand on Shangguan You's elusive figure.
"She's ancient! If her hair isn't falling out, what else would be? I truly pity Ye's Third Young Master, such a handsome man married to an old witch. An old witch pretending to be young, no less."
Shangguan You continued with a faint smile, the gun in her hand aimed steadily at Ye An. "This piece of junk?" she said, indicating her gun. "You think this would work on me?"
"Miss Ye, why don't you try it and see? This is the genuine article, unlike you, who's shedding hair from head to toe."
