"Really, I'm telling you, I'm an archaeology enthusiast, and Yang Yuhuan was quite round-faced, with thick arms, radish legs, and a double chin."
Su Xuan said with a serious look on his face.
Everyone was speechless for a moment; Su Xuan's words were practically calling out the ugliest parts of Huang Qiuyan, leaving them at a loss for words.
Huang Qiuyan had the urge to strangle Su Xuan. How could this guy be so shameless, describing her as having thick arms, radish legs, and a double chin in front of so many people? It was too crude to bear.
"You all don't know, Yang Yuhuan is the dream lover of my life. I dream of returning to the Datang era and composing a love myth with her. However, when I see Secretary Huang, it's like seeing Yang Yuhuan's enchanting figure. Look at her curvaceous waist, like the tides of officialdom, each wave higher than the last. Her hands look exactly like the murals in the Dunhuang Mogao Caves. Goddess, let's have an exchange of drinks, it's my wish."
