Hearing the news Xia Zi brought back, Yang Yu's face twitched several times, "You can doubt my character, but not my taste! Such trash, I feel like it's a waste of time even to give her another glance!"
But it wasn't that Zhong Kexin was not beautiful, it was just that Yang Yu really looked down on such a self-proclaimed high-and-mighty noblewoman.
Poor character, terrible temper, apart from looking like a vase, utterly worthless.
What kind of nonsense must Yang Yu be thinking about to entangle himself with that kind of woman?
Feeling helpless, Xia Zi spread her hands: "Yang Yu, I also believe you wouldn't, but the rest of Yanjing doesn't! And besides, that's the daughter of the prestigious Zhong Family we're talking about. Most people think it's impossible she would smear someone's name as such a price to pay. She may be shameless, but the Zhong Family still cares about face!"
