"Asheng, do you think I look good like this?"
The gentle voice fell on his ears, and Jiang Yisheng, without looking up, still focused on the book in his hands, hummed noncommittally, "Good looking."
"Jiang Yisheng, you didn't even look and said it's good looking, are you just brushing off your beautiful mommy like this?"
The woman complained dissatisfiedly, and Jiang Yisheng had no choice but to put down the book temporarily.
When he lifted his eyes, he was almost scared out of his wits.
His clear green eyes blinked, and Jiang Yisheng recovered his composure.
He spoke tactfully, "Mom, isn't your makeup... a bit too heavy?"
If his dad saw this, his reaction would probably be quite something.
Thick eyeliner, fiery red lips, topped with smoky makeup—was she planning to go clubbing?
"Doesn't it look good?" Veya looked at herself in the mirror, feeling quite pleased with her appearance.
