"Wei Ting, look!"
Su Xiaoxiao pulled Wei Ting's sleeve.
Wei Ting glanced indifferently and frowned. "You want me to look at another woman?"
Hearing this resentful tone, Su Xiaoxiao turned around in confusion. "What kind of attitude is that? You're allowed to look, but you're aggrieved? Do you know how many women don't allow their men to look at other women?"
Perhaps it was because the words "their man" pleased Wei Ting, but he snorted softly. "What's there to see? It's not like…"
At this point, he paused.
Su Xiaoxiao blinked at him.
He continued coldly, "I'm good-looking."
Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him. "You just wanted to say that she's not as good-looking as me, right?"
Wei Ting's expression turned even colder. "Heh, you're thinking too much."
Su Xiaoxiao sat up straight and looked at him coldly. "I finally understand why you're always beaten up by your brothers."
It was obvious that he deserved it!
