Liu Yuanyuan was right.
Lu Huahua was really quite good-looking and did not inherit the look of pettiness that her mother has.
Instead, she had a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes and a petite figure. She always looked weak and was famous for being a weak beauty in the village.
Lu Huahua naturally knew that she was pretty. When she heard Liu Yuanyuan's praise, a trace of smugness flashed in her eyes.
However, she still plastered on a fawning smile on her face. "Sister Yuanyuan, stop teasing me. Oh, right, Sister Yuanyuan, isn't your family very close to the Zhou family? Then your relationship with Zhou Xiaoli must be very good now."
Hearing this, Liu Yuanyuan paused and smiled without saying anything.
Lu Huahua continued, "There are only a few sisters of our age in our village. I think we should be closer, don't you think?"
