After a second of daze, Qiao Yinyin immediately introduced to the camera: "The name of this mansion is Bei Residence. It has a history of 84 years to date, built in 1934. The owner of this mansion once served as the Bank Manager of the Bank of China, and his son is a famous architect in Pretty Country..."
Qiao Yinyin's explanation style was fresh and natural, without any affectation.
It was completely different from those commentators who just read from a script and rambled on formulaically while pointing at a certain spot.
She walked with light steps towards the interior of the mansion, not forgetting to appreciate the flowers, trees, and various exquisite landscapes on both sides of the path with her lively eyes.
When she reached the entrance, she was suddenly attracted by the masterfully crafted rockery and flowing water on the open space to the left.
Thus, Qiao Yinyin naturally walked quickly in that direction.
However, just as she was about to reach it, she unexpectedly discovered two figures, one tall and one short, standing under a large tree beside the pool.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a Little Girl dressed in a snow-white woolen coat.
She wore a fluffy light-gray felt hat on her head, looking like a cute little white rabbit.
From behind, the Little Girl's petite and delicate figure appeared exceptionally endearing.
The woman standing beside her wore a red sweater coat that seemed to be of excellent quality.
That bright color was like a burning flame in winter, exuding a charming allure.
Her black, slightly curly hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, with the slightly curled ends adding a touch of charm and vitality.
She wore an exquisite black round felt hat on her head, making her look both fashionable and elegant.
Looking at her wrist, she held a small and delicate black leather clutch; its fine texture and exquisite craftsmanship all highlighted the owner's pursuit of quality.
Although only her back could be seen at this moment, just this fleeting glimpse was enough to make one feel the innate elegance and noble temperament emanating from her.
Unlike Qiao Yinyin, when Jiang Cheng's camera shifted to the two of them, he recognized them accurately almost in an instant.
He couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"No way, right? No way."
Before Jiang Cheng could quietly prepare to walk straight inside with his phone, An Xin suddenly turned her head as if they shared a telepathic connection.
Her stunningly beautiful and clear face, along with her eyes that held a hint of sharp light, were captured in the lens without reservation.
At first, An Xin didn't know who was filming them, but when she saw clearly that the person holding the phone was actually Jiang Cheng, her originally somewhat cold expression instantly softened like melting ice and snow.
Following that, a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips, like a flower blooming in spring, gentle and warm.
That slight smile seemed to contain endless tenderness and affection.
It made Jiang Cheng's heart, which was staring intently at the phone screen, suddenly skip a beat.
Damn, how can there be such a beautiful woman? At this moment, it felt like falling in love.
Jiang Cheng pressed the pause button and spoke first to An Xin: "Sister An??"
As soon as Jiang Cheng spoke, Annie, who had been squatting nearby, heard the noise and suddenly turned her head.
When she saw it was really Jiang Cheng, a smile brighter than sunshine and sweeter than honey immediately blossomed on Annie's cute little face.
Annie quickly stood up like a cheerful fawn and ran towards Jiang Cheng with light steps.
While running, she shouted excitedly: "Wow, Brother Jiang Cheng."
In the blink of an eye, she threw herself in front of Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng was already used to Annie's enthusiasm and subconsciously stretched out his hands to welcome her.
However, Annie directly grabbed Jiang Cheng's thigh and held on tightly without letting go.
Jiang Cheng shook his head helplessly and squatted down with a bitter smile.
"Annie, I told you, you can't hug boys like this."
Mainly because Annie's height was already over a meter.
It was a bit awkward for someone of this height to pounce like that.
Annie tilted her little head slightly, looking very well-behaved and cute, and replied softly: "I know, Brother Jiang Cheng."
As soon as she finished speaking, Annie stretched out her small, pink, and fair hands toward Jiang Cheng, blinking her big eyes as if signaling for him to hug her.
Jiang Cheng also very skillfully and naturally picked Annie up.
The moment she was picked up by Jiang Cheng, Annie, like a mischievous kitten, quickly leaned against Jiang Cheng's ear and whispered in a low voice: "Brother Jiang Cheng, don't worry, I... will only hug you, this one man..."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned, and three black lines instantly appeared on his forehead.
There was definitely no problem with Annie's looks; after all, she was of mixed race, and her features were as exquisite as a porcelain doll, making her unforgettable.
Previously, Jiang Cheng's impression of Annie had always been that of a cute naughty child.
But ever since Annie had said that she wanted to marry him...
Every time Jiang Cheng saw Annie's petite and delicate figure, the words "nurturing type" would involuntarily pop into his mind.