Jiang Yi looked at the five large stacks of photos and laughed with such schadenfreude. He didn't wait for Fan Shaoming to respond and took the initiative to pick up a whole stack and said, "Shaoming, I am Sun Wukong, with fiery-eyes golden vision. I can tell a donkey from a horse without taking them out for a stroll; I can assure you won't be wronged."
Grinding his teeth, Fan Shaoming squeezed out a word: "Jiang Yi!"
Jiang Yi giggled.
Fan Li, regardless of her son's expression, said to Jiang Yi, "That's fine, your eyes are sharp, let him help you choose. Shaoming, if you're busy, go ahead and do your work. It'll take some time for Jiang Yi to go through all these photos."
With his mother there and Jiang Yi as an onlooker, could Fan Shaoming possibly focus on his work?
