Ding Lan rolled her eyes, feeling unfairly accused.
She looked at him, snorted coldly, and retorted, "Say that again and I'll show your mom."
Song Di was exasperated: "Lanlan, are you stupid? This is a private joy between us. If you show my mom and she knows I cherish your photos like this, she'll be delighted to tell you. Lanlan, see, Song Di fell for you at first sight, loves you deeply, wholeheartedly, uses your photos for comfort. What more can you want? If Song Di used another woman's photo and you tell me, I would definitely break his legs. My mom would surely say this. Are you sure you still want to go to her?"
"Uh!" Ding Lan was genuinely stunned.
She simply tossed the photo album to him, saying, "You rascal."
"Hey—don't damage it, I'll need it later." Song Di carefully guarded the album.
"Get lost." Ding Lan cursed embarrassedly.
