"You're Wen Su's family?"
Just as Yao Juanjuan finished speaking, a girl walking toward them stopped in front of the group.
Luo Ye looked her over. She was about one sixty-five, knee-high boots, black stockings, black shorts, black leather jacket. Her skin tone was unclear—covered in makeup, and a thick layer at that. Her brows and eyes were very delicate—though of course that could also just be makeup.
Seeing everyone sizing her up, the girl's expression grew even more composed as she asked, "Excuse me, which one of you is Wen Su's younger sister?" When her gaze fell on Luo Ye, there was a faint ripple in her eyes.
"That's me." Luo Ye's lips curled in a smile. "What do you want with me?"
"Sis, you're really beautiful. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." The woman stepped forward, trying to grab Luo Ye's wrist, but Luo Ye dodged. She didn't seem embarrassed, just kept smiling. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Wang Dongying, I'm Wen Su's classmate."
