"Hmm?" Fu Chengzhou looked down.
Li Xingwan handed him the magnifying glass. "Mr. Fu, your turn."
Fu Chengzhou: "..."
He leaned down slightly, close to Li Xingwan's ear. "Do you think I need to look?"
All the viewers who saw this intimate scene: "???"
"What does President Fu mean by that?"
"Why doesn't he need to look?"
"Could it be that he just glanced over here and already knew?"
"No way, no way?"
Li Xingwan got a bit flustered by his voice and was about to move away when she heard Fu Chengzhou say, "However, I can accompany you to look."
He meant that while he could look, they had to do it together.
He also took the magnifying glass from her hand and placed one hand on her waist, pulling her into his arms.
"I want to see, too." Little Mobao's voice.
"Okay, let's all look."
Li Xingwan was enveloped in Fu Chengzhou's embrace. They started from the left side, slowly and patiently scanning the painting.
