"Xiaocai, you're wrong about that." One of the slightly older women immediately retorted upon hearing this, looking at her, "Looks are something you're born with, there are many people who were poor then got rich later, and they didn't become good-looking afterwards."
"Besides, being born is also a skill, Jiaojiao was just born beautiful, she looks good wherever she goes." She said this with a pointed glance in her direction.
The waitress named Xiaocai wasn't dumb, she naturally understood this was a veiled jab at her, and she immediately felt angry, her face turning somewhat unpleasant, and even the red silk flower in her hand was getting wrinkled from being twisted around.
Liu Qingyun frowned, sympathetically taking the silk flower from her hand, saying: "Xiaocai, you don't need to help out here anymore, you should just go outside."
