Su Yueze took a step back from her push, his chest feeling painfully tender.
He rubbed it, unwilling to let it go, and said, "Shen Hanqian, what more do you want? Yucheng's three best men are all around you for the picking, and you're still not satisfied!"
"Bah!" Shen Hanqian didn't give him any face at all. "You guys are just a bunch of seemingly alright spoiled cabbage. Even if the appearance isn't bad, it's still just cheap goods sold for pennies a pound!"
Su Yueze pointed to his own nose, very sensitive to the word 'cheap.' "Who are you calling cheap goods?"
"Right, I'm talking about you. Don't you see anyone else before me?" Shen Hanqian vented all her anger towards Xiao Qingcang and Qiao Junnan onto Su Yueze's head.
Her eyes, beautifully made up, though enchanting were frigidly indifferent, most importantly, sharp like twin daggers.
