The clouds dispersed, and moonlight poured down again, illuminating their faces.
Boss Xu swallowed his scream back down, his expression slightly awkward.
Qiu Yu turned his toes, initially aimed toward the living room, back. He quietly observed the two of them.
The white-haired man stood by the railing, while the little girl squatted on it like an agile cat.
One was strikingly beautiful, the other showcased extraordinary martial arts skills, suggesting that the evening's attention mostly flowed into their livestream room.
Qiu Yu was a bit unwilling. The things he tried so hard to attain, why did others always get them with such ease? Why was there always someone competing with him?
His handsome face was tinged with worry, and Qiu Yu softly said, "Don't squat like that, be careful not to fall."
Tuanzi paid it no mind, "Miaomiao knows martial arts, she won't fall."
