"I really like Sister Xiang's current look..." Cecilia was slowly turning the knob to adjust the radar screen size with one hand, while the other hand was swiftly tapping on the computer's virtual keyboard. She would occasionally sneak a glance at Fang Xiang, who was standing quietly on the command platform. The young girl's eyes were full of admiration and envy.
Carl glanced at Cecilia, then turned to look at Fang Xiang and sighed softly.
Despite the saying "love is blind," in Carl's unbearably vulgar view, who had a peculiar fondness for Cecilia, she had developed quite fully. However, compared to Fang Xiang at this moment, she seemed to fall short just a bit.
