Jia Xianzhi had not expected this man to go on and on, and he was worked into a temper as well.
"I—"
Ding Jihan was just about to argue with him and teach the man a proper lesson when he received another death glare from Su Qiao.
The anger inside him deflated again, like a rubber ball with a hole poked in it.
Su Qiao addressed Jia Xianzhi. "Please calm down and come sit. I haven't answered your question from earlier."
She had once heard someone say that the castration of one's mind was more terrifying than the torment of the body.
She felt it was necessary to help this blind-date partner understand that this was no longer a feudal society, and women no longer needed to bind their feet.
Women were not men's accessories, nor were they dolls without minds of their own.
Jia Xianzhi straightened his suit collar and returned to his seat.
Once he had sat down, Su Qiao slowly began to speak.
"First of all, when they go out, women putting on a light, appropriate makeup is a form of respect for others. At basically every formal occasion, women should wear suitable makeup. It shows that they take the other person seriously."
"I heard that you also went into business and traveled all over the country, so you've been to quite a few places. You should know this, shouldn't you? It shouldn't be hard to understand, either."
Without waiting for him to respond, Su Qiao continued bluntly, "If you really don't know, you can compare it with the women who appear at meetings attended by national leaders on television, including the female reporters present, the female interpreters, and the wives of certain officials."
"Second, what I'm wearing today is slightly formal workwear. It isn't particularly tight,