C43 Divine marquis of snow cloth

"Am I beautiful? Or is Xue Qingying beautiful?" Su Lianying asked the question that came out of her mouth once again.

"You …" She was not as beautiful as Qing Ying. The words that came out of the quotation marks, were completed in Ling Tianfeng's heart. If he said it out loud, not only would his little brother become a songbird, his entire being would probably be roasted