Liang Xun flipped through it casually and saw a glass bottle filled with hand-folded little stars. It was colorful and quite beautiful.
He said in an unclear tone, "Yaoyao even knew how to fold little stars in the past? You even folded so many. How patient."
Jing Yao was speechless.
Don't speak in such a sarcastic manner. I'm afraid.
"It's mainly because the plastic tubes used to fold the stars were cheap at that time. They cost five yuan for 10 bundles," Jing Yao said sincerely.
Liang Xun stood up, clapped his hands, and sized her up. He believed that Jing Yao was telling the truth, but he was still very unhappy. What right did Wen Chen have?
"How long has it been?" Liang Xun's words made her feel uneasy. It was as if she was being blown by the cold wind on a winter night.
Jing Yao stretched out a trembling finger.
"A week?" Liang Xun frowned.
