When Yanyan said the first "no," the little girl felt as if she were about to shatter.
She thought she had been publicly rejected, but Yanyan hadn't finished speaking—the rest of her answer was yet to come.
The expression on the little girl's face cleared instantly, "So, can I really?"
Yanyan raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Of course, you can. Why would I deceive anyone in front of all these people?"
"What if I'm a bit heavy, and you can't lift me?"
"No way," Yanyan gave her a quick once-over, "You look petite, certainly not heavy. Could you share with me how much you weigh? It's okay, you can move the microphone away and tell just me."
As she spoke, Yanyan moved close to the little girl.
The little girl, not very tall and with heels, looked to be just about 1.6 meters tall—she appeared quite delicate next to the 1.7 meters tall Yanyan.
As Yanyan approached, the little girl whispered her weight to her.