This good mood continued until noon the next day.
"What, you're in Paris?" Ling Yin had just gotten off work and was about to call Hua Hua out for lunch.
Little did he know Hua Hua was standing on the most fashionable street in Paris, eating and drinking with a few models, having a great time: "Yeah, Brother Ling, you have lunch by yourself, no need to wait for me."
Ling Yin heard the constant laughter of girls from the phone, frowned, but his tone remained unchanged: "Why did you suddenly go to Paris? You didn't even tell me."
"There's a fashion show, and I was supposed to attend, but my mind hasn't been on that lately, so I didn't go," Hua Hua switched the phone to the other hand, feeling very good: "But I decided to come and observe, see other people's works. I'll be back in the evening, so I didn't think it was necessary to mention it."
Hua Hua took Mao Mao with him, who was now happily hopping at his feet.
