The woman by Fu Lingfeng's side was indeed pretty, but her eyes harbored too much scheming, and it was precisely this kind of scheming that he disliked.
Carlos paused for a moment, a cool, mocking voice then wrapped around his lips again, "I hear Mrs. Fu is a famous beauty from Lancheng?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Lingfeng's brows and eyes instantly turned cold.
Carlos was well aware of his twisted fondness for married women, and his asking was clearly with ill intentions.
Fu Lingfeng sipped a strong liquor, "Yes."
"Then, how beautiful is she?" The man's eyes, full of mystery and charm, glanced over at Qin Jiaran, "Compared to this lady by your side, how does she fare?"
Fu Lingfeng set down his glass, "More beautiful than her."
Although Gu Nanqiao and Qin Jiaran looked similar, their eyes were different; Qin Jiaran's eyes, inherited from her father, were rather large, whereas Gu Nanqiao's eyes, inherited from that woman, were rather elongated and fox-like.