Ling Qing's brow furrowed.
He still hadn't figured out where this boy who had appeared out of nowhere came from. Now, the kid was looking him up and down, unleashing a rapid-fire barrage of snide remarks—
"What an ugly, tired-looking old face."
"You must have caked on the foundation before you came, right? The flowers are covered in your makeup. It's disgusting. If I were those lilies, I'd regret being alive."
"Of course, you're even filthier than the flowers."
The boy blinked his long, curled lashes, but his voice was cold and harsh. "How is a filthy, sullied thing like you worthy of appearing before Sister? And you have the nerve to talk about pursuing her. I'd say Bai Yiyi got tired of playing with you and tossed you aside, so now you're back for more resources, trying to deceive my innocent sister."
Ling Qing's life had always been one of smooth sailing; the vitriol online never reached him in person.
