Shen Nanwei returned home with a sulky face.
At that time, only the refreshing Lu Jingzhi, who had just returned from wandering around in the Green Mountain, was at home. "Mom, it's just the two of us today, and the food is ready. Are you hungry?"
She closed the door.
The thick door and high walls isolated everything from the outside world - the three-person-high walls were unique in Lake West Village.
Shen Nanwei pointed to her face: "Xiaomiao, am I pretty?"
There was no doubt about it.
Seeing her daughter nod with no hesitation, Shen Nanwei became angry, "That matchmaker said that my face wouldn't be despised by any man."
There was a fiery tone to her words, ready to explode at any moment.
Lu Jingzhi laughed, "Which matchmaker? Her eyeballs can be donated to someone in need."
Shen Nanwei snorted, "That's a good line. I'm going to use it to curse others next time."
