"Brother Jiang, why'd you go quiet?"
"Er..."
Lin Jiang hesitated for a moment. "I'm starting to doubt you can even pull off the risqué stuff. Since we haven't unboxed it yet, maybe I should just return the equipment."
"Don't, Brother Jiang! I was just thinking... don't you think this creates a nice contrast?"
"Contrast?"
"Look at me. I've got this mature, queenly vibe, right? But I'm wearing this kind of style. Isn't that a contrast? Netizens are all about that stuff these days."
Lin Jiang: ...
'This girl has lost her mind.'
'We like the kind of contrast Jiang Xiaoqi has, not this retro contrast of yours.'
"You pulling something like this is no different from a grandma pole dancing. That's not how you do 'contrast'."
"Is it really that bad?" Qiu Yunong said with a pout.
"I was so proud of my idea just now. It's over. I guess I can't pull off the 'contrast' angle."
"It's not really about the contrast. Even if it worked, so what?" Lin Jiang retorted.
