He Juanjuan shouldn't have used those little tricks either, for she didn't want her daughter to be the laughing stock.
At that moment, Old Lady He's excited voice was heard from the entrance, "Xiu Yu, Jade, both of you are here, and Rongrong too, come, let Grandma give you a kiss…"
Meng Siqi and He Juanjuan exchanged glances before quickly stepping out of the room.
Then Meng Siqi saw Qiao Qingyu.
Despite it being winter, despite Qiao Qingyu wearing the currently fashionable beige puffy jacket that obscured her waist, her legs were straight, and she stood there in a pair of white sheepskin boots, graceful and poised.
Her brows curved, her eyes moist, her fair skin was like a peeled egg.
Her flushed lips involuntarily tilted upwards.
A standard melon-seed face.
Meng Siqi had seen many girls, but she had to admit, Qiao Qingyu, standing there, was truly beautiful.
She was the kind of person you couldn't help but stare at just by her standing there.