Xie Lian choked for a moment before he managed to speak, “Fu Yao, you can’t say something like that about a girl.”
In all fairness, what Fu Yao said was the truth. That young lady’s face was incomparably flat, as if someone had flattened it by giving her a hard slap. In addition, if one said her facial features were mediocre, then it would cause the word ‘mediocre’ to feel wronged.