"That maid only spoke a partial truth. There's obviously something wrong. Boss, why didn't you point that out to the Young Marquis as a kind reminder?" Kong Hou asked, puzzled.
Tian Miao didn't answer Kong Hou's question and asked her another question instead. "Do you think your dragon horns look good?"
"Yes, they look good." Kong Hou was just so full of herself and delightfully caressed the dragon horns on her forehead.
"Yes, I think they look good too. So cute and pleasant to touch too." Tian Miao also reached her hand out to touch Kong Hou's round, smooth and shiny dragon horns.
Kong Hou was even more delighted.
"Back when you were growing these dragon horns, did you find it comfortable?" Tian Miao asked again.
"No, not comfortable! It was painful and itchy." Kong Hou shook her head from side to side as though it were a rattle drum.
