Li Mochen was only struck dumb for a few seconds, then quickly came back to his senses. He was surprised, but could still calm down.
"Nice to see you. Have a seat," Li Mochen greeted.
"Thanks." Leng Xiaoyao smiled, then sat down opposite Li Mochen. "I thought I shouldn't forget my manners, so I put on some make-up to cover the freckles on my face before coming."
"I don't think it's important. You can just be yourself," Li Mochen said. He had no bias against people who had a plain face, because other people's appearance had nothing to do with him.
"Brother Mochen, you're right, but no girl doesn't care about her appearance. It's just that I'm too young and I'm still a high school student, so I can't pay too much attention to my appearance," Leng Xiaoyao admitted.
Li Mochen agreed that girls cared about their appearance.
In fact, many girls pay attention to their appearance, not because they want to attract men, but to compete with each other.
