"Yiran, where did you get your face done? Your skin is amazing."
"That spot treatment must be hard, right? I heard spots leave marks and I don't dare to try. Are you wearing makeup?"
"Makeup? Come on, can't you see Ranran is bare-faced? Ranran, how come you don't have any pimples? Your skin is just too good."
"Exactly, Yiran, spill it, which hospital did you go to? Hurry up and tell us."
The fish took the bait too fast, He Yiran was grinning inside, but of course couldn't just blurt it out, so she put on a serious face and said, "I didn't do it at the hospital, I just used facial cream."
This sounded fake as hell—after all, everyone knows how things work here.
But He Yiran was different! She was always straight-up, so why would she suddenly say such bullshit?
"Stop messing around, Yiran, since when did you start going along with that stuff? Just tell us already."
"Yeah, don't give us that canned answer, we're not buying it."
