He glimpsed the fabric at her chest and snorted with disdain.
"How is it that after five years, you haven't changed at all?"
Xiao Yu was firstly stunned, then she looked down at herself, checking and flipping her arms, before finally noticing the direction of his gaze...
Suddenly, her face turned as red as a big apple. Frantically, she crossed her arms over her chest, staring at him defensively, "What are you looking at?"
Yan Qing scoffed contemptuously, "Don't worry, I'm not so desperate as to stoop to your level."
Xiao Yu knew she wasn't pretty, but she was considered beautiful in her own home, and she wouldn't allow a stranger to speak so freely about her, immediately responding angrily,
"What's it to you? Even if I look poor, I can still get married."
Regarding this point, Yan Qing thought for a long time and seemed, maybe... unable to refute it?
