Beitang Xinya was quite helpless.
Her daughter was truly spoiled, spontaneously deciding to do whatever crossed her mind.
Way too willful.
But spoiled as she was, it was Xinya who spoiled her.
As with countless times before, Beitang Xinya sighed while fulfilling Beitang Tingxue's request.
Beitang Tingxue first took a shower, then had Yue Yaer re-dress her wound, applying a clear band-aid, and trimmed her hair, making her bangs a bit thicker to cover the band-aid.
Once Yue Yaer finished helping her, her clothes were just delivered.
Beitang Tingxue picked her favorite outfit, checked herself in the mirror, and found herself invincibly beautiful!
She was satisfied.
Wearing her new clothes, she left the dressing room.
Yue Qingqing was also very beautiful, clearly a delicate and fragile white little flower, fresh and pretty, demure and quiet, quite likable at first glance.
But she had confidence that Yue Qingqing's looks couldn't even rival thirty percent of hers.
