Bo Siyan lifted his eyelids, looked Ning Xia up and down, hooked his lips and countered without answering, "What's the problem?"
What's the problem?
Madame Bo stared in shock, her eyes wide open, not even caring about being rude anymore, "Look at her, her makeup is as ghastly as a ghost's, and that skirt she's wearing, so revealing! Not to mention the tattoo—what decent girl looks like this? To meet her elders for the first time and present herself in such a crude manner! Do you really see no problem with this?"
Bo Siyan glanced sideways, his gaze once again falling on Ning Xia's offensive cheeks. Ning Xia blinked her innocent big eyes, looking somewhat aggrieved as she said, "Madame, you're hurting my feelings. I chose this skirt after a long time for our meeting, how is it revealing? I've covered what needs to be covered, while perfectly accentuating my figure. A little arm and leg showing is nothing, right? It's the twenty-first century, not ancient times!"
