Uncle Guan walked over, closed the door, and stood to one side.
The old man glanced at Uncle Guan, then redirected his gaze to Xiaoying.
Xiaoying stood there, trembling all over.
The old man, "You think you're very beautiful?"
Xiaoying lowered her head even further, her face flushed and silent, "..."
She had been the school beauty ever since kindergarten, all the way through to university.
The old man eyed Xiaoying and snorted coldly, "Are you going to speak for yourself or do you need someone to force you to open your mouth?"
Xiaoying's knees went weak, nearly collapsing, "I'll speak for myself!"
The old man, "Speak."
Xiaoying stammered, "I... I don't think I'm beautiful."
The old man chuckled, "Oh? Is that so? I thought you considered yourself so beautiful, you could become the third young mistress of the Huo Family."
Hearing the words "third young mistress," Xiaoying's face turned red and hot.
The old man, "So you do know how to feel shame!"
Xiaoying, "..."
