"What sort of getup is that?"
Chen Pingsheng had waited downstairs for ten minutes before he saw Chen An'an swagger down from upstairs.
She was wearing a pair of black leather pants with a string of fake bullets tied around her plump waist, holding the Purple Gold Hammer in her left hand and a fake AK, larger than herself, in her right hand.
A large straw hat was perched on her head, and her petite face was paired with large sunglasses.
Could this outfit be stared at directly?
The person who taught her must be dragged out and whipped for three days.
Chen An'an's small face was full of seriousness as she said, "Dad, please be serious, I'm now a Southern cowboy."
"Aren't cowboys from the West? Why is there a Southern one now?"
Chen Pingsheng was baffled, and Chen An'an pushed her large sunglasses slightly down her nose before saying, "Western cowboys are foreign, Dad. We have to be patriotic."
Chen Pingsheng: "..."
He really had fathered a fine daughter.