Yin Le looked into Wang Chengyang's curious eyes and slowly crouched down, "Ha!" she exclaimed, removing the half-face beauty mask.
As expected, the child let out an "Aww" and ran to his grandmother's side in fright.
However, he clutched the oiled paper bag tightly in his hand.
He had already eaten three pieces of this egg cake today, but still wanted more.
"Yin Le!"
Qin Yao, who was seeing the guest out, sternly shouted, hurriedly turning back to explain to the child, "She was joking with you."
She awkwardly smiled at Old Mrs. Wang, "Young people, a bit mischievous, just teasing the child, please don't mind."
Old Mrs. Wang looked towards the veranda, where a girl with a scar on her face stood obediently holding the mask.
But a smile was hard to suppress at the corners of her mouth, and if not for her master's reprimand, she probably would have laughed out loud by now.
The world loves beauty, whether men or women, and having a scar on one's face might prevent further smiles.
