Nan Jiaojiao really wanted to say something nice, but she instinctively nodded.
Lu Zhenzhen slapped her.
It almost knocked Nan Jiaojiao senseless. After catching her breath, she gritted her teeth and said, "Really! Look at yourself; if you're not wearing bright red, it's deep purple. You're always in black at the office. You're just banking on that twenty-year-old face of yours. Wait till you're ten years older; even the school principal won't be as authoritative as you."
Lu Zhenzhen looked down at herself for quite a while, letting her foot off the accelerator, allowing the car to glide forward.
She sighed, suddenly worried, "Do you think I dress like this every day, and that's why Gao Zhe cheated?"
"..." Nan Jiaojiao was dumbfounded.
She wasn't that knowledgeable.
But even with little knowledge, she was surprised how someone could so naturally expose their emotional wounds.
Her tone was as relaxed as if she was discussing a cabbage with a yellowing leaf edge.
