Han Jiaojiao, sharp-eyed, saw the name of the photo printer and a checkmark beside it, immediately feeling delighted, thinking it must definitely be for taking pictures.
"Hey? Have you already collected so many?" Yan Xiao's head popped up out of nowhere. He glanced at the list on the paper, pouted, and said, "That's so boring... I haven't even done anything yet, and Brother Han has done it all by himself."
Han Jiaojiao held her little face proudly, "Who told you my brother is awesome."
Yan Xiao was speechless, "Jiaojiao, can't you come up with something fresh? Even flattering needs a new twist."
"You're the one flattering! I'm speaking the truth, okay?"
"Well, your 'truth' is pretty monotonous though..."
As the two were arguing, Zhou Xiaoliang's voice rang out, "Look, there's a library city over there!"
Everyone turned their heads and noticed a large square building with a statue of Confucius standing in front, and beside it a few golden inscriptions: Xinfeng Library Building.