"Ouch." The woman was already displeased; now she cursed openly: "Don't you have eyes? Can't you walk properly?"
"My clothes are all stained; can you afford to compensate me?" The woman said with a pained expression on her face, as this dress was bought for a blind date with Meng Jin, costing her a pretty penny.
The woman felt extremely distressed; she had never even worn this dress a second time.
"Hey, it's your own fault for not looking where you're going and bumping into my Sister Xiao Yue," Lian Qingyang pushed the person aside and, seeing the woman's face, said with disdain: "Auntie, at your age, you shouldn't be wearing this kind of white dress with flowers on it. Oh no, it's the kind of dress worn by seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls or maybe someone in their twenties, but when you wear it, why does it feel so awkward?"
Lian Qingyang didn't hold back his criticism: "Besides, with your dark skin wearing a white dress, it's just too ugly!"
