A Thousand Years At A Glance Photo Studio.
An Xiaxia cleared her throat and poked Sheng Yize, who was carrying both babies without difficulty. "What's wrong?"
Sheng Yize's face looked grim. "Why him?"
He gestured with his chin in the condescending manner he usually assumed.
On the other side stood a good-looking man, who had grown stout with age. His eyes were two crescent moons when he smiled and that charmingly naive look reminded one of Winnie the Pooh.
He was an old acquaintance.
It was the president of the student union from back then, who had been one of An Xiaxia's pursuers, Xiao Yan.
An Xiaxia said awkwardly, "Momo recommended this place. He's a great photographer and he's very experienced in baby photos."
"Hoho, don't you worry. I'll make sure everything is perfect. Now, go get Cola and Pepsi ready," said Xiao Yan with a smile.
