Ye Xian glanced at him and thought, if Ye Juncheng was the unattainable flower on the high cliff, then Ye Shaowen was the rose, pleasant to look at, but a little too promiscuous, the kind that attracts bees and butterflies, a total playboy at first glance!
Ye Xian: "Not bad, just passable, I guess."
"Just passable? You must be dreaming!"
Ye Shaowen was so angry he was jumping up and down, "Go out and ask around; if you mention my name, which girl in the Imperial Capital wouldn't call me handsome!"
Ye Xian shrugged indifferently and turned his eyes, squinting with a smile, toward the video where Juncheng was, "I don't care, anyway, you're not as handsome as big brother. Big brother is the most handsome!"
Rarely, the ever-serious Ye Juncheng's lips slightly curved upward in a smile.
Indeed, as Shaowen had said, Xianxian had changed a lot.
