Qiao Rui was on the phone when she suddenly heard a faint sound. She immediately said in a low voice, "That's it."
Hanging up the call, Qiao Rui lifted her gaze and looked behind her, only to see Pei Liyan watching her from afar, his eyes sharp.
Qiao Rui shrugged, silently deleted the call record, and walked toward him, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Looking at me like this—are you thinking I'm extraordinarily beautiful?"
"Yes!" Pei Liyan nodded. "Indeed, very beautiful."
He looked down at her, towering over her. The girl's skin was porcelain-white and translucent, just like a doll, with long, dark, and dense lashes.
"Just a country girl," Qiao Rui said frankly. "Men always judge by appearance."
"Don't women do the same?" Pei Liyan countered.
Qiao Rui replied, "Of course I do!"
Pei Liyan: "...."
"If you weren't this handsome, I wouldn't bother dealing with you." Qiao Rui said dismissively, "I'm a looks-driven person too."