He always had his own style when it came to handling matters, and no one could interfere, no matter what she said, he simply wouldn't let her see him.
"It really is beautiful, isn't it?"
Ji Anning was deep in thought when suddenly the door to the room opened, and a voice she found repellent came from the doorway, interrupting her thoughts. She swept her gaze coldly across, then arrogantly retracted it.
Korea walked over to her at a measured pace, looked down, and appraised her with a condescending gaze, "Although my uncle is twice your age, he has preserved himself well. Standing together, you both indeed look quite well-matched."
Ji Anning detected the mockery in her words and responded with a calm smile, "Miss Korea, you too are very beautiful and well-matched with anyone, except when standing beside my uncle, you are a bit out of your league."
Her face fell at the last four words.
