"Sister Xiaoman." Chu Xiaoyu took off her sunglasses and called out to Mo Xiaoman.
"Xiaoyu, you're here." Mo Xiaoman walked over, smiled, and took her hand, carefully observing Chu Xiaoyu, then said with a smile, "It's been years, Xiaoyu has really grown more beautiful."
Chu Xiaoyu laughed gracefully, "Sister Xiaoman is truly the one who looks good."
The two praised each other for a moment, exchanged pleasantries, and sat down on the sofa together, chatting.
Their ages are similar, and growing up in similar environments, they have quite a lot in common to talk about.
"Where's Jiashuo?" Mo Dong asked Tang Yu.
As the evening approaches, Mo Jiashuo still hasn't returned, making Mo Dong a bit discontented.
"Xiao Die said they're already on their way back."
Tang Yu answered softly.
"Alright."
