She politely thanked the assistant, then bit into a chicken leg with a sense of loss.
"Haha, gorgeous sister, you better take care of Little Hezi. If you don't, he's going to be so anxious he'll become autistic."
Fan Sirui had long developed the habit of constantly observing the members of his group, so he expressed He Qian's feelings for him.
He Qian was so excited that he bit his tongue, his eyes brimming with tears of pain.
Just as Yang Yuran turned her gaze back and noticed, she frowned unhappily and demanded, "You didn't even cry out when you were scared white at the variety show, yet here you are, about to cry because I've been cold to you for a few hours. Am I scarier than a ghost?"
Fan Sirui, fearing that He Qian might stumble over his words, stepped in to help smooth over the situation.
