Are You Praising Me for Being Pretty?

Everyone subconsciously looked at the person who spoke.

It was a thin boy with a sharp chin and red lips. He had a pair of narrow eyes and looked more feminine.

Tang Zhiyun's expression turned cold. "Xue Hui, stop stirring up trouble here."

"I'm stirring trouble? Am I wrong?! Today's public lecture is so important. It's fine if you brought two children, but you even brought a girl who looks like this. If you're not here to stir trouble, what are you doing?"

Chu Luo didn't expect this person to talk about her appearance directly. A trace of displeasure flashed across her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled up.

Before Tang Zhiyun could speak, she asked in a clear and pleasant voice, sounding baffled, "Are you praising me for being pretty?"