"Yes," He Jingyao smiled faintly, "I don't need my wife to be a peerless beauty, but she can't be ugly, can she?"
He Yirong was momentarily stunned and did not speak for a long time.
Could Jingyao really have an abnormal sense of beauty?
After all, he had grown up without any close contact with women. Could something have gone wrong during that process, twisting his aesthetic perception?
He Yirong frowned in thought.
"You wouldn't want to wrong your own son, would you?" He Jingyao finally saw that he had fallen silent and smiled faintly, "Zhixi is much prettier than her. Do you want to meet her in a couple of days?"
"Forget about it!" He Yirong suddenly stood up, "We'll talk about this later. I'm going home!"
"Drive safe," He Jingyao smiled as he watched him leave.
It was only then that Li Bo came over to clear the tea set, his expression conflicted. He couldn't help but ask, "Young Master, is Miss Ye really... ugly?"
