He cleared his throat and said, "Of course not, I'm not that superficial."
Qiao Yun gave a meaningful 'oh', and her gaze did not seem to believe Han Zhou's words at all.
Han Zhou laughed, "What exactly are you thinking?"
Li Miao took the opportunity to interject, "It's definitely not because of your face that I'm friends with you, I really swear!"
She didn't choose friends based on their looks; having compatible personalities was most important.
Of course, another factor was that Qiao Yun was willing to listen to her babble.
Qiao Yun thought of what Lu Ting had said and felt unreasonably irritable, an emotion she had never experienced before which left her a bit confused.
A moment later, she looked up at Han Zhou and asked, "If I weren't pretty, would you still be my friend?"
Han Zhou turned his head to look at her, and said in a casual tone, "As long as I don't want to, even if you're the prettiest in the world, I wouldn't talk to you."