Qiao Anxin smiled again. "Isn't my face especially similar to Qiao Mianmian's now? I know that you like my face even if you don't say anything. Your eyes tell me everything. Su Ze, you're obsessed with my face, right?"
Su Ze was a little embarrassed by her words. He looked away, but he couldn't help but sneer. "So what if you look alike? It's still fake in the end. Don't overthink it. I'm not interested in high-quality imitations at all."
"Haha, a high-quality imitation?" Qiao Anxin was angered by his words. She gritted her teeth and sneered. "Then, weren't you captivated by my high-quality imitation just now? If you're really not interested, why did you stare at my face for so long?
"Su Ze, don't think you're so great. We're not any nobler than each other now. Do you think others can look down on you just because you look down on me? Do you think you're still the Young Master Su that everyone treats kindly wherever you go?
