"Ah! Refreshing!" Basking in the greenhouse sunlight, Zhang Menglong was eating ice cream and enjoying a top-level massage, almost feeling like he was ascending to heaven.
If someone outside heard this at that moment, they would definitely think Zhang Menglong was doing something unspeakable and inappropriate for children with Lee Ji-eun.
"Ah! Goddess! Goddess! Damn, I'm dead! Such sweet death!"
Lee Ji-eun was lying there too, but in front of her was a huge screen, and on the screen, Lu Yiyao's face was practically pressed against the camera.
"Is this the prettiest, cutest girl Mr. Zhang talked about?" Although Lee Ji-eun couldn't understand the word "damn" from Lu Yiyao, judging from her exaggerated expression, it must be some kind of slang.
