"I was just saying," Jimo Cheng, looking through the rearview mirror at the expressions of the two people, found himself somewhat amused yet unable to express his own thoughts.
"I feel like my family's genes shouldn't be that freakish." Upon hearing this, He Wenyu chuckled and started to comfort herself intently.
Luo Qianqian nodded repeatedly, "Exactly, exactly. Look at your dad, so honest and steadfast, persistently unwavering ..."
"... And then what about my grandma or my uncle?" He Wenyu with three black lines streaming from her forehead, it seemed, besides her dad, this lineage was full of unique characters.
"And look at you," Luo Qianqian quickly continued, a calm expression on her face, "You're just and kind, ready to take a stab for friends." To stab friends for a boyfriend ...
After completing her mental addition, Luo Qianqian continued, "Mainly it's about looks, you must have mostly inherited your mom's genes."
