The housekeeper squinted her eyes, seriously recalling and comparing, "Ma'am, I don't know if it's because I'm getting old and my eyesight is failing, but every time I look at Mr. Mo Ang, I can't help but feel he strongly resembles President Yu."
Wen Rufeng's heart skipped a beat, as this was the same feeling she had initially.
But she was particularly resistant to this man called Mo Ang, and pursed her lips as she said, "I think you're really old. Look at Mo Ang; he's as pale as death, obviously a treacherous minister. How could he compare to Jingchen's bronzed skin? The tone of my son's skin is full of masculinity and vigor. And he exudes a sense of righteousness in every action, with unique male charm. As for Mo Ang, he's always got a sinister air about him, either provocative or filled with lust. To think this man is the president of MG Group, it's hard for me to believe. How could someone like that start from nothing and amass so much wealth?"
