Gu Youyou showed a look of astonishment—was Jin Zijin really making a swing?
So he's been busy building a swing all this time?
Who is it for? Do Jin Zijin and Yue Rujing, two grown men, seem like the type to enjoy swings?
A shiver ran down her spine!
"Youyou, come and give it a try!"
It wasn't until Jin Zijin's voice rang out in the courtyard.
Gu Youyou firmly denied that she was a little girl who liked swings.
After circling the swing, she crossed her arms over her chest and said indifferently, "So you've spent all this effort to make this good-looking but impractical thing? If it were ten years ago, I might have liked it."
Jin Zijin raised an eyebrow. Was she saying he was childish? That he had made something a child would like.
A sharp-tongued, critical little cat who pretends otherwise, she clearly liked it.
He touched his nose and then beckoned to Abao, who was playing in the courtyard, saying, "I thought both you and Abao would like it."
