"A sculpted bear display." Xu Fan's eyes darkened as he glanced at the boy, his heart growing increasingly uneasy.
The reason was simple—the price of that violent bear was nine digits—it carried the sentiment he wanted to convey.
Unfortunately...
Shi Wei caught the gloom in his eyes and turned his gaze toward the boy, who wore an expression of pure innocence. He sighed silently.
"Zhizhi, let's go over there." He pinched the young girl's hand lightly and led her toward a row of combat arcade machines.
It was a fitting way to ease the tense atmosphere and, at the same time, give the two some private space.
The arcade was filled with light, casual sound effects, blue neon reflecting off the boy's face, casting shadows along the length of his thick lashes.
"Yunzhi, do you like that person?" Xu Fan lowered his gaze, staring intently at the pair of grape-like eyes glimmering as if rippling with light.
"Who?"
