Mo Nanjue glanced at it, thinking about the back of the photo frame, and suddenly spoke, "Is there one that we can write on ourselves?"
"Yes, yes," the auntie pulled out a pure white kite, "it's very big, you can write whatever you want."
"We'll take this one."
Mo Nanjue reached out to take it and specially chose a blue pen. The man placed the kite on the table, "It's just like the back of your photo frame."
"..."
This man...
Tong Ran leaned in curiously, "What are you writing?"
Mo Nanjue didn't answer. Supporting himself on the table with his long arm, his handwriting was neat and elegant, vigorous and generous.
"All right," the man pulled the string of the kite, "you go run."
Tong Ran pouted, "Why should I run?"
"Because you've taken photos hugging Luo Xiao."
"..."
How did she not notice before that Mo Nanjue could get so jealous!
