"You...!" Pei Xiuyi was still young and lacked experience, after all. His face instantly darkened as he listened to their relentless mockery.
He wanted to argue with them right then and there, but he seemed to recall something and forced himself to hold his tongue.
Su Yuhan, on the other hand, was rather enjoying the show from the sidelines. It turned out the verbal sparring within a wealthy family was no different from village aunties gossiping about their neighbors.
She sized up the two speakers and said with a wry smile, "Mr. Pei, does this relative of yours have some sort of prejudice against women?"
Pei Xiuyi froze, a look of confusion on his face.
"'No hair on your lip means you can't be trusted?' As a woman, I'll never be able to grow a mustache. By her logic, doesn't that mean all women, young and old, are unreliable? This is an insult to all successful women! I can't even imagine the damage it would do to your company's reputation if word of this got out!"
