In the private room, Ye Shiqing looked at Nan Jiaojiao's plain and utterly unattractive face, so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long while before suddenly standing up and saying incredulously, "Sister, even if you don't like Young Master Zhang, you shouldn't deceive people like this."
Nan Jiaojiao spread her hands, "I know you mean well, trying to find me a good match, but Young Master Zhang isn't interested in me."
Zhang Kun's brow visibly furrowed.
Indeed, Nan Jiaojiao's face failed to kindle any interest in him.
There were freckles on either side of her nose, and her complexion was a strange mix of yellow and pale, her cheeks' skin was horribly coarse; he had never seen a woman's face that could look like this, let alone to touch, he could see the rough texture of her skin just by looking at it, and what he couldn't stand the most was that this woman actually had a mustache.
Such a freckled face with a mustache, how vigorous the male hormones must be!
