White lace dress, deep red nails—mediocre taste. Bad review!
No chest is no chest, why force a cleavage? Doesn't it feel suffocating? Bad review!
Her face is decent, features aren't bad, but she just had to overdo her lashes like fly swatters and use her face as a canvas for experiments. Bad review!
Overall score: Negative points!
Immediate elimination.
"Here, does this meet your satisfaction?"
The waiter asked with a polite smile.
"Very good, very good." Cold Mischief settled the two little ones into their seats, then sat opposite them and said, "Order food!"
The two little ones showed no shyness. Without missing a beat, they ordered food fluently in English. The servant took the menu and left, while Cold Mischief had already fished a pen out of his pocket, grabbed a napkin from the table, and quickly scribbled a few words on it.
"Which one of you wants to be the vanguard?"
"Me!" Perry Walker immediately raised his little hand.
