Xu Qingfan was dumbfounded; at twelve years old and five feet tall, he wasn't short at all. Yet somehow, Lin Wanning and Zhang Yiyi seemed fine, while he was treated like a child every single day.
As the group walked into the photo booth sectioned off with red cloth, the girls couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Xu Qingfan, with a menacing look, tapped each of their heads, "Hurry up and take the picture, there's a time limit, only 2000 seconds!" After saying that, he couldn't help but join in the laughter.
"Haha~ Who made you, Brother Fan, have such fair skin? You look more delicate than us girls, like a porcelain doll."
The fair skin genes in Xu Qingfan's family were indeed quite impressive. Take his uncle Yao Jianjun, for example. He had farmed for decades and by all rights should have been tanned to a crisp, but after starting a factory and staying indoors for over half a year, his skin had gradually become fair again.