"Does it look good?"
Feng Yazhen twirled once in front of Lin Chen, smiling like a flower, looking at Lin Chen with anticipation, waiting for his verdict.
Lin Chen praised from the bottom of his heart, "Looks great! We'll take it, take it!"
Feng Yazhen giggled and asked, "What part looks good?"
Lin Chen said with a laugh, "Every part looks good, very charming. Any man who sees you will be glued to the spot. But you'd better be careful—if you walk on the street, you might cause a car accident!"
Feng Yazhen couldn't help it and reached out to pinch Lin Chen's face, laughing as she said, "Still my Chen Chen knows how to sweet-talk a woman. No wonder women like you so much!"
Lin Chen said solemnly, "I'm just telling the truth, I'm not sweet-talking anyone."
Feng Lan laughed and scolded, "You're already this old and still act like a Child."
Lin Chen said with a laugh, "Aunt, that's called true temperament, it's great."
