Bo Yan said, "Hmm?" and glanced back at her: "What's wrong with your taste in men?"
Xia Siyu immediately turned sycophantic, hugging Bo Yan's arm and shaking it: "Of course, it's superb. Someone as perfect as me obviously has perfect taste too. Look at you, tall and handsome, charming and suave, but... if you were a bit shorter, a bit uglier, and had a worse figure, I would have kicked you out long ago. How could I have kept you here?"
Bo Yan was speechless: "So, finding a husband is all about looks for you?"
Xia Siyu looked puzzled: "What else? If I ended up with an ugly guy, and later our child resembles the dad, wouldn't people doubt I've had plastic surgery? That would be a huge loss for me!"
Bo Yan continued to ask: "Other than thinking I look good, do I have any other advantages?"
