Keira Leaf was petrified on the spot, not angry, but focused on the word "bumpkin" first. Although she was dressed comfortably today, she didn't think she looked like a bumpkin...
This hoodie was at least a newly launched limited edition, and the jeans were unremarkable. How could she be a bumpkin...
Keira closed the door and went straight to the mirror under the gaze of several people.
In the mirror, her cheeks were slightly red, her skin was fair and translucent, and her eyes were charming and seductive. Keira looked left and right but didn't think she looked like a bumpkin. Instead, her outfit and calm makeup made her look a few years younger. She believed that if she claimed to be eighteen or nineteen, others wouldn't doubt it... but why was she considered a bumpkin?
"Hey, bumpkin, are you deaf? Didn't you see the note on the door?" the girl mocked again.
