After Lin Yingying came out, Long Fei and Little Kirin immediately stopped their "battle," obediently shook their hands, and headed to the car together.
Lin Yingying rolled her eyes at them, thinking to herself how this father and son duo never seemed to grow up, finding such a childish game so entertaining.
She wore a long white sweater dress as her base layer, topped with a bright red woolen coat, paired with knee-high black boots. Her outfit made her look like a newlywed bride.
Long Fei's eyes lit up the moment he saw her attire.
As he started the car, he glanced at the smooth, white curve of Lin Yingying's exposed leg and gulped, asking, "Don't you think you're dressed a little... overly vibrant?"
Lin Yingying stared at herself in the car's vanity mirror, patting her cheeks, and said, "What do you know? When celebrating an elder's birthday, dressing brightly adds cheer to the occasion!"
"Really?"
Long Fei had no clue such traditions existed.
