Qiao Jing had just arrived at the café when she was drawn into a conversation between a brother and a sister.
"What's the deal with this Qiao Jing? She's so late? Doesn't she have any sense of time?" the sister said irritably.
The brother frowned, "I just got a message from her, saying she was stuck in traffic."
"Brother! You're so gullible! She says it's traffic, and you just believe it? Whatever she says, you swallow? Our family isn't lacking; plenty of people want to marry you. There's no need to cater to her whims." the sister said, displeased.
The brother opened Qiao Jing's photo, "But she's really pretty."
The sister sneered at the photo, "Give me a break, photo deceits are so common nowadays. Look at those internet celebrities; they look like aunties without makeup. And this person in the photo, look at those big, bright eyes, the cute little nose, and that pretty mouth, not to mention the skin, and her figure—my God, it's frightening.