Shen Mianmian rolled her eyes, "Even if I were a beggar, I'd be the cleanest and prettiest one."
But speaking of which, the clothes she was wearing did seem a bit small. She had been so busy making money recently that she hadn't paid much attention to her appearance.
She was now a young girl at the age of blooming beauty, and it indeed was a good idea to dress up properly.
But this thought only flashed through her mind, and she had no intention of acting on it.
Lu Siyuan snorted derisively, "The thickest-skinned one is more like it."
Even though he said this, he glanced at her and thought that if she did doll herself up, she would indeed be prettier than those city girls.
He felt the difference between city girls and country girls was that city girls had fairer skin and wore better clothes, and Shen Mianmian's skin was also very fair, as tender as the jelly sold in the city.
