Hearing Shen Qiang's questioning, Ye Guyun, with her charming and playful eyes, leaned beautifully beside Shen Qiang. Her lightly laughing cherry lips were as pink as flower petals, and her two crystal white little canine teeth not only made her appear more lively and cute but also faintly exuded an undeniable wild aura.
The four young men with Ma Jiyong were directly stunned.
"What a beautiful little girl, no sharp face, no heavy makeup, pure, cute, lively, full of wildness, unexpected beauty so unique."
"What a cool girl, not pretentious, not concealing, fresh and natural breath comes at you."
"This perhaps is the most genuine beauty!"
As they were shocked by Ye Guyun's beauty,
The third uncle looked at Shen Qiang in astonishment, unable to understand for a moment why Shen Qiang, the son of honest Shen, had a temperament so unlike him.
The atmosphere in the room was awkward.
