Yu Rongling seemed to have picked up on our topic of discussion with Su Qiang and smirked wickedly, "Did you mistake me for my brother, woman? You unsophisticated woman, my face only inherited about seventy percent of my brother's good looks, and that's already stunned you. What happens when you see my brother himself? Won't you be utterly infatuated and die?"
He smugly pulled out his phone and flashed Su Qiang a brief glimpse of the photo gallery.
It was merely a side profile of Yu Longting, and the details of his face were not clear, yet that perfect jawline, along with the smooth, noble bridge of his nose and the sinister yet alluring phoenix eyes shrouded in a smoky haze, were enough to profoundly shake anyone's heart...
"Pfft—" Su Qiang shuddered, stepped back half a step, and actually spat out a mouthful of blood.
Still, her eyes were glued to the phone, unable to move away.