Rolling her eyes, Xian Qian Ling said with a speechless face, "Do you really think we're going on a picnic?"
"Isn't it?"
She glanced at Zhao'er, then slowly turned her head. After that, Wu Qiyi covered her forehead with her hand, feeling quite speechless.
Because, when you turned to look over, your expression and Zhao'er's were synchronously identical—the same look, same gaze, same slight tilt of the head, same dazed appearance.
"Little Ling, we need to get going."
At this moment, Hu Qing walked over. When she saw Zhao'er in the passenger seat, she was stunned for three seconds and blurted out, "What a beautiful person, just like one from a painting."
Xian Qian Ling turned to Hu Qing and sighed, "Sister, your words are like a dagger thrusting into my heart. It really hurts!"
Unamused, Hu Qing gave Xian Qian Ling a look and then chuckled, "You little girl, Sister is just telling the truth. Besides, one should not judge by appearances alone; what matters are the feelings."
