"Mr. Qin, that must be a rhetorical question… Look how beautiful I am, how could people not like me? If Pudding has ten secret admirers, I have thirty," Little Bean patted her chest and promised.
"Keep making up stuff…" Pudding looked down on Little Bean.
"I'm not making up stuff, I am pretty, prettier than you… That's the cold hard truth."
"We're twins, we look exactly the same, can you grow a brain?" Pudding didn't know what to say.
They obviously looked the same, but Little Bean made herself seem like a goddess. Her self confidence is through the roof.
"We are twins, but we have our differences. I have a well-rounded face. Unlike you, normal people like me. Don't be jealous, it's the truth."
"Well rounded? That's a joke, why don't you just say that you're fatter than me," Pudding fired back.
"Being chubby is a good thing," Little Bean argued.
"Haha, you're both pretty, let's eat and not argue. Otherwise, it'll get cold."
