"What's so difficult telling her she's pretty, ah?" Tianjin shook her head. "I wonder if– master ever praised someone?"
"I did praise Xiu Mei." Zhao Yang walked to the car while answering.
"Then why can't you praise that Lai girl? Is she not pretty?" Tianjin tilted her head. "I think she's also pretty."
"...she is, " Zhao Yang mumbled in a small voice that only Tianjin could hear. His face turned slightly red like a ripe apple.
"Eh?? Master, You– "
"Boss." The voice of a young girl suddenly interrupted Tianjin.
Irked, Tianjin looked at the source of the voice, only to gasp in surprise.
'...eh? Ji Zhuang? That bodyguard??'
Tianjin's jaw dropped to the ground.
Her eyes were glued to the girl standing in front of the silver car, next to a huge white motorcycle.
'Ji Zhuang, right? Why is she dressed so prettily today??'
