Ye Li turned her head to look at him. It would be a lie to say she wasn't upset, after all, Ye Zhentian was her father. For so many years, Ye Li thought she could face him calmly, but Ji Yanchen's simple words made her feel wronged subconsciously.
Although Ji Yanchen was strict, he always cared about her feelings.
Ye Li lowered her head and sniffled, "No, I still need to keep up appearances.
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They got out of the car at the destination, and Ji Yanchen noticed the rosy gloss on her lips, he paused and said, "Your lipstick is very oily."
Ye Li: "...This is lip glaze."
Ji Yanchen didn't quite understand this thing, he observed it for a few seconds. The pinkish lips shone with a watery sheen, looking like a cherry ripe for picking. He cleared his throat, "The color is nice."
Ye Li: "..." Heh, could your perfunctory attitude be any more obvious?