"Hehe." Yang Yingying leaned on her shoulder, giggling, "I really can't imagine, turns out I can be this amazing."
Mu Ran helped straighten the crooked bow on her head, "Nothing unimaginable about it, you're great."
Yang Yingying smiled, her eyes wet, if there were really a savior in the world, she always felt her savior was Mu Ran.
Everything had crazily improved since she arrived.
"Mu Ran, when I get married, you have to be my bridesmaid."
"If I'm the bridesmaid, then there won't be a red envelope."
"Oh, then I'll think about it." Yang Yingying pretended to consider, only to have Mu Ran knock her head, "Go sing, you're annoying to watch."
"Hahaha, I haven't finished singing yet." Yang Yingying surveyed the scene, picking the quietest Mao Ziyang for a chat, "Are you in a relationship?"
"No, no." Mao Ziyang quickly waved her hand.
"Mu Ran's here too, be bold and talk."
