Xiao Lingzhi turned to look at Little Taotie, and couldn't hold back a burst of laughter, "You look just like a silly daughter from a landlord's household!"
Little Taotie tugged at her braid, actually quite fond of her outfit, which only the beloved child of a household would wear in vivid red and green back in their village.
She tilted her head to look at Xiao Lingzhi, who had mocked her, and retaliated with a feigned fierceness, "You look like a little beggar."
Xiao Lingzhi looked down at herself, her face contorted in distress, "… I do look like it."
The director, ever eager to stir up trouble, urged the photographer to capture Xiao Lingzhi's despondent little face.
"They're starting to argue!" the director chuckled wickedly.
Photographer, "Your mind is too malevolent! You actually enjoy watching children fight!"
"You don't understand, audiences love a good catfight!"
"No one likes that. I remind you, ours is a laid-back variety show!"