My own wife is ugly and bad.
Zhao Yingying's husband felt utterly humiliated.
The two of them didn't dare to linger, hurriedly handed the invitation to the staff, and left in a panic.
Zhao Yingying was extremely depressed.
"She planned to show off for two weeks but never thought it would be so disastrous."
"Spent thousands of dollars on clothes, but didn't even have time to take a single show-off photo. It's truly depressing."
"It's all because of those two jerks."
"You should be more cautious next time, don't embarrass me again," Zhao Yingying's husband couldn't help but say.
"You think I'm embarrassing? If it weren't for your incompetence not getting me a golden card, would I be this disgraceful now?"
Zhao Yingying was being unreasonable: "And your eyes were just glued to that woman. Do you think she's prettier than me?"
"Of course, don't you have a clue about your own appearance? Do you still need to ask me?"
"If you dare to insult me, I'll beat you up."
