Since Li Jiaoyang doesn't mind, Feng Qingxue won't worry about it.
She understands the couple's taste.
Clothes and jewelry aren't a problem, and neither is hair styling.
However, Grandma Ye made a pot of sour plum soup and brought it over. When she saw Feng Qingyun dressed like this, she was first startled and blurted out, "Oh gosh, Xiaoyun, what are you wearing? Your hair is styled like big waves. Your sister has never mistreated you, you eat well, get enough nutrition, your hair is black and thick; can a comb even make its way through these wavy curls?"
Though since early this year, dressing wasn't as strict as the past decade, there were hardly any who dressed like this.
Feng Qingyun flicked her big curls, threw a flirty glance, full of charm, "Aunt Ye, do you think it's pretty?"
