"Where? Did I perhaps get plastic surgery in South Korea when I went back home?" Yan Yan didn't know what Qi Yi was going to say.
"What I mean is, there seems to be something on your face," Qi Yi continued staring at Yan Yan.
"Ah? What is it?" Yan Yan reached up to touch her own face.
"You won't be able to rub it off like that," Qi Yi kept looking at Yan Yan's face.
"Oh, what should I do then? Find a place to wash my face?" Even without makeup, Yan Yan didn't want her face to turn into a big multicolored cat.
"Washing won't help, because what's on your face today is the loving gaze I'm giving you," Qi Yi said seriously about the "thing" on Yan Yan's face.
"Uh… Wall Street doesn't seem very lively at all~" Yan Yan decided to change the subject.
Yan Yan couldn't figure out where Qi Yi had learned to be so seriously cheesy.
The Wall Street Yan Yan imagined was definitely not as it appeared before her eyes at the moment.
