As Si Moyu's violet eyes were about to turn red with rage, Hong Jingtian hurriedly tried to calm him down:
"Mr. Si, Queen must have encountered some unexpected event, which prevented her from arriving on time. She definitely didn't intentionally stand you up. Believe it or not, even the European Royal Family's princess has asked her over a dozen times for plastic surgery and she hasn't agreed, and she even ignored the Desert Prince's liver transplant offer of two billion..."
Si Moyu's anger subsided slightly: "Why?"
Hong Jingtian saw a chance and exaggeratedly continued: "Because he's ugly! That Desert Prince is uglier than anyone else. Queen said she wants handsome ones for her surgeries. So even two billion is useless. Look at you, President Si, you're so handsome..."
Oh dear, flattering his highness like this should make him feel a bit better.
Who knew.
