"Good. I admire the courage that comes from ignorance."
Ye Xuan squinted his eyes, with a few fierce glints flashing in them, coldly staring at the middle-aged man and said with a smile, "So, you're saying I'm not handsome enough?"
"Handsome? Handsome my ass, haven't you ever looked in the mirror? You look like shit. Damn! Someone like me, now that's called handsome."
The middle-aged man took a big puff of his cigar, looked at Ye Xuan dismissively, with a contemptuous expression, and said coldly.
The middle-aged man was wide and fat, his face full of wrinkles and overlapped flesh, his eyes as narrow as slits, with short hair deliberately combed to the center, and his scalp was visibly balding.
If that's called handsome, then all those idol stars could go to hell.
"Hehe."
Ye Xuan chuckled lightly, then looked at Li Weihai, and asked with confusion, "Xiaohai, how high is this place?"
"Master Xuan, this is the forty-third floor, the height is roughly a hundred meters."
