"Miss Hongxiu, although you come from a brothel, you have a noble character. In my opinion, you are no worse than those heiresses," Zhou Shu said.
Hongxiu turned her head, tears still on her face. "Young Master, are you telling the truth?"
Hongxiu's voice was a little shaky. "Hongxiu looks like a willow withering at the approach of autumn. How can I compare to those heiresses? Hongxiu still has this bit of self-awareness."
"If you look like a willow withering at the approach of autumn, then almost all women in this world will not have to live anymore." Zhou Shu shook his head.
He was speaking the truth. In his previous life, Hongxiu's looks would have made her a big star.
As for being born in a brothel, so what?
Weren't those female celebrities on Earth the same?
Although she knew that Zhou Shu was coaxing her, she was still overjoyed.
"I misunderstood, Young Master," Hongxiu said weakly.