Xu Mao's Plea

"No, you are." Xu Jianzhi tidied up his own clothes as he scolded, "Confucius [1], it's hard to raise a woman and a villain, so I won't bully you!"

"Don't look down on women." Ran said angrily, "Isn't your mother a woman? Isn't your wife and daughter a woman? No woman can have you? "

Yi Qing was overjoyed to see Xu Qiuzhi's face turn red. Smiling, he asked Ran, "Where did you find out that this big brother isn't Xu Shaoqing's?"

"Xu Qingtian's face is dark, he? "He's even whiter than me. He should be a pretty boy, no, a pretty boy." He said slowly.

This silly kid had taken Xu Mao's description of him to be true. He had thought Xu Zhaoyang was extremely dark.

Yi Qing laughed loudly, "Xu Shaoqing, this is the first time in your life that you've been praised as a beauty, right?"

"When did she praise me?"

"Pretty boy!" Yi Qing said, "Only a pretty boy can make a living off of his looks!"

Xu Mao's face was very dark.