Zhuo Anan heard that usually quiet man suddenly say she was thin.
She couldn't help but look down at herself. Was she really that thin?
What did he mean, only a little flesh on her? She had a standard figure, okay?
Moreover, even though she wasn't showy, she was a C cup, okay?
Lu Mingfei ordered two meat dishes. In his eyes, it would be better if Zhuo Anan was a bit chubbier.
Feng Zhihe looked at her son with mixed feelings of joy and worry.
This brat, she was worried he was just like a block of wood and wouldn't know how to make girls like him.
But when he spoke, she worried that his mouth might upset An An.
Old Madame Feng watched with a slight smile and said nothing.
He used to care about whether others were thin or fat?
It seemed like he had an interest in An An.
Feng Zhihe added a few more dishes, "An An, eat some more. Girls look better with a little more weight. I like girls with a little more weight."
An An didn't want to speak. She didn't think she was thin.
