"One meter seventy…" Zhu Qianying answered casually.
"One meter seventy?" Yan Shao was doubtful, it didn't seem right for her height to be just one meter seventy.
"I don't know, one meter seventy was what I measured during my last checkup. I'm not sure about my current height," said Zhu Qianying, who saw that she couldn't bluff her way through this.
Yan Shao glanced at her, wondering how much she didn't care about herself.
If it were any other girl her age, with such a slender, well-proportioned figure and an alluring face, who could be both innocent and seductive, wouldn't she use it to her advantage? Dressing up and making a spectacle of herself everywhere she went?
Yet whenever she came to meet him, she would either wear a T-shirt and jeans or a sweater and jeans, always wearing sneakers or flat shoes. There wasn't the slightest intention of trying to please him.
At first, he thought she was very calculating and thoughtful, but now, had he overestimated her?
