Please, your highness

The women standing there had their faces turning pitch black in an instant. They have never been insulted as such. Nobody had ever called them ugly.

Mu Shen cleared his throat, "Ladies, my friend here suffers from short-sightedness. I hope you are not offended?"

"That's fine, Young Master Mu," Their deflated egos were back to track again, along with Mu Shen's explanation.

Sashaying their hips, they left the room.

Mu Shen tilted his head to the side.

Mu Shen glared at the man who was sitting like a male god, "What kind of beauty bewitched you? Do you realize that all your actions are pointing towards love?" Picking up his wine glass, he gulped down the contents and poured himself another one.

"It's impossible."