บท 2978: How Could His Spirit Be So Weak?

If another man had put on Wei Wucai's hurt expression, even if it was a male celebrity who looked outstanding even by the entertainment industry's standards, let alone someone who looked ordinary, Yan Zhiqing would have been enraged on the spot.

But Wei Wucai looked good, and he was a guy who looked gorgeous.

Yan Zhiqing was weakest towards this type.

Usually, as Wei Wucai hated it when others say he looked pretty, he always put on a face that looked serious and unfriendly.

However, Wei Wucai knew how much impact his face had. If he had to use it, he would not hesitate.

Who could take it when such a beautiful face showed such a pained look?

Anyway, Yan Zhiqing could not take it; she surrendered to Wei Wucai's beauty attack.

"That's not what I meant," explained Yan Zhiqing hurriedly.

Wei Wucai gave her a glance and asked pitifully, "Then what did you mean?"