Although she was used to Ji Xinxin's sharp tongue, Ling Chuxia was momentarily stunned by her comment. She instinctively checked herself, but didn't notice anything wrong.
Her posture was poised, and she was composed and graceful, so how could she lack femininity? Why did she look like a man?
Ling Chuxia's eyes reflected a trace of confusion. She looked at Ji Xinxin and softly asked, "Xinxin, what's wrong with me?"
Ji Xinxin snorted, "You should ask, when have you ever been right?"
Ling Chuxia's confusion deepened. She examined herself once more, her hair meticulously styled into a high updo, her face lightly adorned with makeup. Wearing a well-fitting light-colored suit paired with low-cut high heels, she looked elegant and dignified. What was the problem?