"County girl?"
Gu Shiyin's exquisite and elegant face showed a hint of helpless reproach. "Qiao En, you're so mischievous, be a bit kinder with your words."
Other people's reproach might sound like elder's scolding.
But Gu Shiyin's reproach only made people feel comfortable. It was a way to show you that she cared about you, protected you, and had your best interest at heart.
Like a natural charm that brings people together.
Thus, Chu Qiaoen didn't hold back. Instead, she became more spoiled, pointing in the direction of Xi Zuzi and Xi Rubao:
"Aunt Shiyin, it's those two. I wasn't wrong, was I? They absolutely look like they're from a small county. What are they even wearing? No sense of fashion or design at all, utterly outdated! Especially that Xi Zuzi, wearing a ragged white robe, looks like she's in mourning, horribly ugly!"
She then turned to look at Gu Shiyin's outfit: an elegant custom-made suit dress, stable Chelsea boots. Sweet yet cool.
