Su Yuhan was silent for a long moment before suddenly letting out a long sigh and asking a question that cut to the very soul of the matter: "So, what exactly do you people see in him?"
"That's a good question." Miss Yang wasn't the least bit offended and answered forthrightly, "His face, of course. We have a saying: as long as the face is there, the empire stands. He might have a sharp tongue, but he's handsome. He might be a narcissist, but he's handsome. He might have a bad temper, but he's handsome..."
Su Yuhan: "..." 'Okay, I get it. This woman is a total face-con.'
'Then again, how many of those who like Qi Lianxiu *aren't* face-cons?'
"He's a celebrity, and I'm a fan. In this day and age, how many fans aren't just thirsty old pervs drooling over his good looks? I follow him so that seeing his face puts me in a good mood and I can eat an extra half-bowl of rice. He doesn't need to do much—just be a quiet, law-abiding pretty vase for us sisters to feast our eyes on."
