Xiao Yu heard the voices outside the door; she didn't pay much attention, nor did she want to bother. After a while, the bedroom lock turned, and Fu Jiu entered wearing a light blue dress.
She twirled around in front of her, gleefully asking, "Sister Xiao Yu, does it look good?"
Xiao Yu looked at her. Sometimes she really couldn't deal with Fu Jiu. She was throwing a tantrum one moment, and acting carefree the next. She carefully examined her—she had seen the dress before.
Last time, while shopping with Gong Ting at the mall, they saw it in the window of a famous brand's counter—it was said to be worth six figures. She nodded, "It looks good."
"Of course, my big brother's taste is pretty good. How about my shoes?" Fu Jiu smugly lifted her foot, stretching it out toward Xiao Yu; she just wanted to make Xiao Yu jealous.
