Cheng Yue hugged Zhang Yang tightly, her eyes filled with deep resentment.
Zhang Yang, however, smirked and said, "I missed you too, Sister Yue. Just yesterday, I was admiring your photo."
"Photo? You have my sister's photo?" Cheng Yue was somewhat surprised.
"Could it be that you, my stinky little brother, secretly took pictures of me? Just tell sister earlier, I would have let you take them."
Zhang Yang said teasingly, "It wasn't me who took them, but a professional photographer. The photos are quite beautiful."
"Photos taken by a professional photographer? When did this happen, and how come I didn't know about it? Besides, how did you know about it?" Cheng Yue became even more puzzled.
Zhang Yang didn't keep her in suspense any longer and straightforwardly said, "Yesterday, my cousin asked me to fix her computer, guess what I saw on her computer?"
"With that said, you must have seen my photo." Cheng Yue had an 'aha' moment.
