Feng Wuyou was focused on driving and did not notice Chu Yi's expression.
She continued to praise Xia Wanyuan. "I have to say, this Xia Wanyuan is really good-looking. She's simply on my aesthetic point. I like that temperament on her so much. What was that saying? I feel that when I see her, it's as if I'm seeing the kind of beauty from China thousands of years ago."
Chu Yi leaned back in his chair, his eyes hidden behind his glasses. His gaze changed several times, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Feng Wuyou spoke for a long time, but Chu Yi did not respond. She turned to look at Chu Yi. "Hey, I'm talking to you. Why are you ignoring me?"
Only then did Chu Yi smile at Feng Wuyou. "I'm not ignoring you. I just feel that Xia Wanyuan isn't the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
