So, with a slight tilt of his head, his gaze fixed on Xia Xinyu without moving, he used a gif-like motion to convey four words—"You're not right."
Xia Xinyu pursed her lips, looked to the side, trying to whistle to change the subject, but couldn't make any sound, and then just kept panting 'hoo-ah' 'hoo-ah'…
"This is truly the conscience of heaven and earth, she's my cousin who grew up with me!" Chen Yuan also swore.
No, why did I use 'also'?
"I didn't say anything."
"What you did was even worse than saying something!"
"That's not what I meant…"
"Then what did you mean?" Chen Yuan stared at Xia Xinyu and countered, "Why choose these photos for the report, what's your purpose?"
And Xia Xinyu, when asked like this, really had some thoughts.
Seeing Chen Yuan naturally filled her with joy and excitement.
She felt so at ease in Chen Yuan's home.
When looking through Chen Yuan's photo albums, she always knew her way around.
She always displayed a kind of relaxation.
