Hua Hua reached out her hand and showed it to Gu Shaocheng: "Look at my hand, can I really get this tan if I go on vacation?"
Chenxing had repeated the same sentence for almost two months: "Hua Hua, that's not tan, it's a wheat color."
Gu Shaocheng raised an eyebrow: "So what exactly have you learned since you came back?"
Initially, his friends had praised it to the skies, saying there would be a complete transformation upon returning. But after observing Hua Hua for two months, he couldn't understand exactly what had changed?
That day, he called Tian Junhao, demanding a refund. He felt he had lost big time; sending his younger brother away for several months was in vain. Expecting a surprise when he returned, but there was neither surprise nor joy, it was as if nothing had changed except for getting a bit darker.
