Yu Nianzhao waved his hand, "No need for thanks, no need for thanks. But you, having been urgently pushed to the ground like that, what should you do if your pretty little face gets hurt?"
Pretty little face?
Song Caiwei's face was flushed with embarrassment, but her heart still twitched in pain.
She raised her hand to cover her right cheek, cautiously lifted her head to glance at Yu Nianzhao's clean and fair beautiful face.
Clearly her own face is the attractive one, but that dark red birthmark on her cheek... Does she truly not see it?
The sudden feeling of inferiority caused the warmth to rapidly drain from Song Caiwei's face, turning even paler than before.
She bit her lip lightly, and said softly, "Miss, please don't joke with me, I'm clearly so ugly."
Yu Nianzhao replied in surprise, "Ugly? Young lady, you're truly beautiful, I don't lie."
"But..."
"Miss, are you all right? Are you hurt anywhere?"