As the boy's hand stretched to take the toy rifle in Yun Jian's hands, the latter shuffled with a frown and avoided his hand.
Not at all feeling awkward, the boy chuckled and scanned Yun Jian from head to toe. "Pretty girl, you won't be able to shoot the balloons holding the gun this way. This big brother can teach you how to shoot, hmm?"
"Ling Yichen, stop it, will you? We were having fun on our own, can you just quit it!" Chen Xinyi could not help growling at the boy.
Ling Yichen was the son of Chen Xinyi's father's business partner. He was sort of her childhood friend. Despite that, Chen Xinyi disliked playing with him from a young age because of the boy's conceited nature.
