Looking at her covered in dust now, Boss Zhou looked at her with disdain, "Miss Song, you're almost at the age of coming of age, why don't you have some semblance of a girl yet? Your clothes are torn like this, why don't you quickly go home and find your mother to fix them? I don't have any dresses here that you can wear!"
"Shut up."
Rong Ning coldly reprimanded.
Boss Zhou shivered all over and was immediately frightened, "Young... young master, what's the matter?"
She was talking about Song Huaining, why was he angry?
Boss Zhou glanced at the clothes in her arms, then looked at the dirty and messy Song Huaining, her mouth gaping open in surprise, "Young master, are these two dresses chosen for her?"
These sizes, Song Huaining absolutely can't wear them!
Whose daughter grows to be as plump as her?
Rong Ning's handsome face sank, "And so what if they are?"
