Wen Wan chuckled coldly.
Mo Siluo, upon looking up at Wen Wan, was startled for a moment and then frowned, "You got a haircut?"
Wen Wan immediately twirled in front of the man, "Looks good, doesn't it?"
"You look like a sweet potato," Mo Siluo huffed coldly, his words sharp with criticism.
Sweet potato? Sweet potato? Wen Wan was furious!
"No appreciation!" Wen Wan huffed and turned around, beginning to browse aimlessly.
Mo Siluo watched the woman's hair, his brows furrowing tighter, and in the end, he could only helplessly shake his head.
"Wan sister!" A soft call made Wen Wan turn around.
Yaoyao was very delicate-looking, with very pale skin, so the pink lace cotton coat she wore made her look incredibly cute.
"Wan sister, look, does it look good?" Little Mo Yao twirled in a new dress in front of Wen Wan.
Wen Wan nodded repeatedly, "It looks good, especially pretty."