Lin Aofan had an average build, and his hair had clearly never been carefully styled, simply falling in a messy fringe over his forehead. He wore an utterly ordinary casual outfit with no sense of fashion whatsoever.
There was nothing distinctive about his face. His features were unremarkable and his eyes were small, yet they gleamed with an inexplicable confidence, as though he were the center of the world.
In the Original Novel's plot, Lin Aofan had briefly attracted some attention for his sharp-tongued persona. But now, in everyone's eyes, he was just an ordinary-looking man in ordinary clothes, no different from any other non-celebrity.
Yet Lin Aofan seemed completely oblivious to this. He still held his head high, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in an insufferably arrogant expression, as though he were still that much-watched internet celebrity, ready to attack others with cutting remarks at any moment.
Seeing Lin Aofan eyeing her critically, Lu Xiaoxiao sneered inwardly. She was just about to fire back when Lu Jiaoyue beat her to it:
"But, mister, at least this lady is pretty. People will like her even if she isn't ladylike. You aren't handsome at all, so why aren't your words and behavior gentlemanly either? Girls like gentlemen. What will you do if you can't find a wife someday?"
The girl gazed at Lin Aofan earnestly with clear eyes. Though her tone sounded friendly and sincere, every sentence carried a soft barb, throwing his words right back at him.
Lu Jiaoyue generally wasn't someone who liked getting into conflicts. Even when others offended her, she often chose to put up with it.
But this time, the person he had offended wasn't her at all. It was her beloved sister!
I can't let this slide. Absolutely not!
Lu Jiaoyue's bright, clear