Suddenly, Cheng Ruowei hadn't expected the question to be thrown at her.
She found it very difficult to strike a balance between her son's resentment and her daughter's firm expectations.
The point was, the question was still about Di Jinye's looks.
"I..."
"Mommy, you can't lie, you have to tell the truth. Is the big villain handsome or not?"
Cheng Jiajia was convinced that her aesthetic standards were the same as her mommy's.
Her gaze wasn't one of panic, but an urgent desire to hear her mommy's answer, to prove her brother wrong.
Cheng Ruowei uncontrollably grew nervous, Di Jinye's face uncontrollably surfacing in her mind—if one ignored his dangerous eyes, that face was indeed perfect.
"Mommy admits, his face is really handsome... However, his temper is unpredictable and dangerous, we need to maintain a safe distance."
"See, brother, Mommy also says the big villain looks handsome; Jiajia wasn't deceived."
Cheng Jiajia blinked pridefully.