"Xiao Jing, your looks are off the charts! Even in men's clothing, you're so handsome. I got a bit shy when I saw you just now!"
Qiao Hong praised while pulling Qiao Jing to spin around, her eyes full of admiration.
Beside them, Qiao Lin, having laughed enough, joined in the compliments, looking proud.
"Needless to say, our Xiao Jing's looks are top-notch. Otherwise, why would that Jiang Zihong stick to our Xiao Jing relentlessly?"
"Moreover, even if our Xiao Jing deliberately tries to look ugly by sticking on the fake skin, he still clings on relentlessly, isn't it just because of Xiao Jing's charm?"
The two of them flanked Qiao Jing, lavishing her with praises.
Qiao Jing found it quite amusing and looked down at her wristwatch, holding back laughter, "There's still half an hour before the banquet starts. Are you sure you want to continue praising here?"
Listening to this, Qiao Lin suddenly remembered the main issue.
