Damn, isn't this saying it's divine intervention?
Alright, Cheng Zhirang definitely wouldn't think that.
His thin lips parted slightly, and with a somewhat familiar hoarseness, he said to Mu Qiu, "Sister Chen said Su Yan's fans and reporters are blocking the entrance, she told me not to go out yet."
"...Okay."
Mu Qiu curled her toes painted in bean paste pink on the floor and took a step closer to him.
"Does it look good?"
His voice became deeper: "It looks good."
Chest protruding, slim waist and abdomen, straight and slender legs, angular shoulders, flat collarbone. Dresses look best on people with this kind of body.
Chen Song's sharp eyes as a manager didn't miss the mark, her figure is indeed better than most female celebrities in the industry now.
As a novel writer, Mu Qiu is quite sensitive to the changes in a man in love's voice, or rather, to his whole series of behaviors.
