Xue Yulan frantically gave Bai Qingqing a look: "Qingqing, yesterday you mentioned to mom about going to a classmate's event... was it this one?"
Bai Qingqing didn't grab the lifeline Xue Yulan threw her. Instead, she self-destructed by playing with her wig, sprawling on the sofa in a careless manner: "Mom, stop embarrassing yourself, okay? Don't talk nonsense when you don't know! Cosplay is cosplay! Dad, you're really old, with no sense of appreciation whatsoever!"
She tugged at her hair: "This is called ombre. I was afraid you'd scold me, so I spent a lot buying a wig with a more normal color. And this skirt and these socks, they're all high-end! But it wasn't me who paid— a friend gifted them to me! Saved you guys some pocket money, isn't that great?"
