Do You Like Annie?

Song Shijun totally looked like he was enthralled, his eyes not even blinking.

Seriously, the girl in the photo was just too delicate and pretty!

Her skin was white like snow and soft like a baby's skin. Her face was small and exquisite as if it was crafted perfectly by the heavens.

Song Shijun totally couldn't come up with the words to describe her.

Watching the look of him, Han Qiqing seemed to think otherwise. "Is she really that pretty?"

She poked her head over to take a look. And indeed, she was surprised.

Even as a girl, she felt that the girl in the photo was too cute and pretty.

Han Qiqing looked up at Mu Xiaoxiao and asked, "Didn't you say that her name was Annie? I thought that was a Western girl's name. Why is it that she looks… a bit Chinese?"