Minor cosmetic surgery?
That's a barefaced lie.
Ye Jiuliang sneered with mocking laughter. Apart from those immutable phoenix eyes and the semblance of charm between his brows, one couldn't find any similarities to his face from before.
It seemed that her father and Mo Yu had no affection for each other in the past, otherwise, Mo Yu wouldn't have taken so much trouble to completely change her father's appearance.
"Wasn't this how I looked before?" Seeing her not speaking, Mo Yuan's heart throbbed nervously as he tentatively asked.
Ye Jiuliang fixed her gaze on him, and after a moment, her rosy lips slightly moved, "No."
In the end, she added another sentence, "You used to look much better than now."
From her words, Mo Yuan vaguely sensed a hint of aversion, and suddenly felt a stinging pain in his heart.
He lifted his hand to touch his face, his eyes showing a touch of bewilderment. Was his current appearance that ugly?
