Chu Zhiyi's eyes shone brightly, as if she had caught a small tail of his, and she strutted over to find his trouble.
Yan Jingting really couldn't come up with a word to say about his dark history.
Seeing this, Chu Zhiyi got even more energized, deliberately moving closer to him to look, and smiled as she bent her eyes, "President Yan, why don't you speak? Could it be that you think this photo I took isn't good-looking?"
The quiet fragrance of iris floated before his nose as he watched her approach, and Yan Jingting was in no hurry to snatch the items back.
"That was taken by dad, how did it become something you took?" He lightly lifted an eyebrow, pulling her into his embrace.
"Perhaps we should just hang the picture there, so whenever you want to mock me, you can just point at it and tease me, wouldn't that be better?"
Chu Zhiyi stared at the clean wall opposite the bed, the one he shamelessly pointed to, and she was so shocked she couldn't speak.