Cao Pingping was a year or two younger than Han Xianglan, yet she was even more beautiful.
Her fair and tender skin resembled snow descending from the sky or fresh milk just squeezed out.
Her signature melon seed-shaped face, bright eyes, and red lips exuded a charming allure.
If Cao Pingping were to put on makeup and change into fashionable clothing, no one who saw her would think she was a village woman; rather, they would mistake her for a female model.
"What's wrong, what's the rush?"
Cao Pingping looked at Han Xianglan with puzzlement and asked.
Han Xianglan pointed in the direction of the fish pond and said, "Sis, I just passed by your family's fish pond and saw someone fiddling with the fish in there!"
"What? Someone is stealing the fish from my pond?"
Cao Pingping flew into a rage, her eyebrows tightly furrowed.
