After saying that, the little girl stared at Qin Yue anxiously, afraid that he would not keep his word.
"Alright!" Hearing that, Qin Yue's eyes lit up. He immediately bent down and stuffed the little girl into Song Qingsong's arms. "Come, give a hug to the little fan!"
The little girl cried out in surprise when she was so close to her idol. Her tender, fleshy hands tightly grabbed onto Almighty Song's collar. Her eyes sparkled, and she was extremely cute.
"That..." Although Song Qingsong was usually gentle like jade, he was at a loss when he picked up the little girl. He was so nervous that his whole body was stiff.
Mo Yang, on the other hand, could not stand it. He pulled the little girl out of Song Qingsong's arms, and his expression was as gentle as water. He skillfully put his hands under her and used his wrist to tease her up and down.
The little girl was also overjoyed. She let out a bell-like laugh.
