Shen Qiao was dumbfounded, looking at Rong Qingqing in front of her, who had styled her bangs, changed her waist-length straight black hair into a slightly ash-colored large wave curl, put on makeup, applied bright red lipstick, and wore a light purple knee-length dress that perfectly showcased her body curves, and blurted out, "What got into you? Why are you dressed like this?"
"Got hit by the 'if I'm not beautiful, I'll die' syndrome, okay?" Rong Qingqing turned back, reaching out to grab Shen Qiao's hand, "I've been waiting for you at the door for over forty minutes, hurry up, I'm about to drop dead from standing! And why did everyone else come out so early, yet you made me wait so long?"
"I had cleaning duty today and needed to clean the classroom." Shen Qiao explained, and then shook off Rong Qingqing's hand, "It's not like I made you wait, and why are you here to pick me up? Where's Seventh Uncle?"
