In the living room.
Young Master Sun sipped his hot tea, gazing at the complex expression on Li Nianqi's face. She was obviously fidgety, with glances occasionally darting toward the direction of the staircase. Having heard no movement, her impatience grew.
Young Master Sun took another sip of tea, his tone laced with mockery, "You're not exactly beautiful to start with; frowning only makes you uglier."
"You…"
Li Nianqi hated it most when others commented on her looks.
Her features weren't particularly pronounced; among ordinary people, she could be considered a modest beauty at best. Not to mention the homes of the powerful and wealthy, with their throngs of beautiful women—she played the role of an inconspicuous leaf at social events.
Sun Weimeng's words hit her where it hurt most.