Fu Qiang also joined Wen Qiao to look at Fu Jinghen's photos. Wen Qiao said, "Exactly, as cute as he was when he was little, now he's just as annoying. Sometimes I wonder if someone switched him out when I wasn't looking."
Wen Qiao winked at Fu Qiang, "It's not entirely impossible."
Fu Jinghen: "..."
He felt that, from now on, he should keep Wen Qiao and Fu Qiang apart; whenever they got together, they would start mocking him.
His hand felt a warmth and Fu Jinghen looked down to see that his hand, positioned slightly behind Wen Qiao, was being held by her. Sensing his gaze, her delicate fingers playfully scratched at the back of his hand.
Fu Jinghen smiled, turned his wrist, and enveloped her hand in his palm.
Oh well, let them tease, it's not like he had anything to lose.
Fu Qiang really did understand Fu Jinghen. Until they had almost finished the entire album, Wen Qiao hadn't seen a single photo of Fu Jinghen in split pants.
