The woman chatted and smiled as she left. Qiao Anyan scanned the surroundings, trying to find a suitable target from the crowd. Unexpectedly, just as she walked to the side, she heard a strange voice.

'"I don't think she's as pretty as a dress or a saddle. Some women are just like that. They don't have any ability or family background, so they have to rely on a set of clothes to flaunt the market." "I don't think she's as beautiful as a skirt." "I don't think she's as beautiful ...