"These blue eyes... The features don't look mixed-blood, they must be contacts," Qing Yi critiqued Wen Xiao'ai at length.
Unable to resist, she nodded repeatedly, "Beautiful, adorable, with an elegant demeanor, she looks good no matter how you look at her.
The key is her skin, it's simply amazing.
It's just these eyes... At a glance, they kind of resemble Xiaoguai's."
"This young master really doesn't know how to cherish beauty. If it were me, I might have committed a crime by now."
"Hey, do you think the young master is incapable? Such a pretty girl and he doesn't even react?"
"Should we get the drunk to check on him?"
"Say that to the young master's face if you dare," Qing Yi shot him a look.
"..." Qing Yi instantly backed down.
"The more you talk, the more ridiculous you sound, daring to say the young master is incompetent, it's absurd."
Wen Xiao'ai had exceptionally good hearing, she heard every whisper they exchanged.
Why is it always a question of capability?