"Uh..."
Questioned to a standstill by Ye Shiyu's words, Bai Yi opened her mouth but had to stubbornly retort,
"Hmph, it's none of your business anyway!"
"..."
None of my business?
Ye Shiyu squinted her eyes, scanning up and down the elaborately dressed Bai Yi in front of her, her gaze seemingly hiding daggers.
Today, Bai Yi was wearing a chiffon ruffled off-shoulder French blouse, with a pretty white lace skirt on the bottom.
Her fair skin extended from her knees to the ribbon-tied off-white cotton socks, finished off with a pair of black glossy Mary Janes.
So beautiful, no wonder it was so eye-catching.
Undoubtedly, Bai Yi's level of fashion coordination was unmatched.
Among several hosts, the only one who could barely compare to her aesthetic standard might just be Sakuragi Hitomi.
However, unfortunately, even though Sakuragi Hitomi understood the essence, she didn't have Bai Yi's physique to unify subjective and objective perspectives.
To put it simply:
