Shu Shu ultimately cast a pleading gaze at Yun Sang.
Xiao Qimo noticed and nudged Yun Sang.
"She's calling you."
Yun Sang looked bewildered, "No, don't think so, maybe she's confused?"
Xiao Qimo: "..."
Sheesh, confused.
In this enclosed gallery with not a speck of dust, you come up with 'confused'?
Xiao Qimo rubbed his temples, feeling a headache.
Serves Yun Sang right for being single for twenty-five years.
There's always a reason for being single.
"Then go see if she took a good picture of Mianmian."
"Oh, alright."
Yun Sang stretched his long legs, his mischievous eyebrows raised, and in a few strides, he was next to Shu Shu.
Shu Shu exhaled deeply, "Great, please help me take a picture of that."
Yun Sang glanced down at her, took the camera, and with a teasing tone, the words slipped from his lips.
"Next time just wear stilts."
Sti...lts...
The petite, delicate girl instantly pictured it in her mind.
That's a scene from a New Year fair, isn't it...
