"You are Fang Qingze?"
The woman gave Fang Qingze a contemptuous glance, speaking with utter disdain, as if evaluating a weed by the side of the road: "You don't look like much..."
Fang Qingze had never cared what others thought of his looks.
*You say I don't look like much $\neq$ I'm ugly. Easy win!*
Chapter 179