Nangong Ran hadn't even gotten the chance to mock yet when she heard Di Mingchen mumble incessantly, "And, this outfit of yours, how is it different from a street thug? Also, what's all this weird stuff on your hands? Are you selling jewelry? Look at your dress, the sides are all hard, I don't know what material they're made of, yet you just wear it on your body."
Blabbering on and on, Nangong Ran took a deep breath and told herself to remain calm.
Then Di Mingchen added, "And what's this picture on the back of your dress? What's the middle finger supposed to mean? Do you know walking out like this, you might easily get beaten up?"
Nangong Ran was taken aback, one second she was annoyed by his nagging, and the next she was moved by his last sentence.
That outfit was indeed a bit over the top, especially with that pattern on the back, but he was actually the first person to worry about her getting beaten up.
Damn!
Why does she suddenly feel a bit guilty?
