Ren Shuixing Is Really Dead

After crying, Zhang Tiantian's mood improved and she thought of the serious matter again.

She turned around and her expression changed instantly. She smiled brightly. "Junior Brother, are you willing to make a fan with me?"

The tears on her face had yet to dry. She had an expression to flatter him, like someone who wanted to steal oil.

Little Cat paused. "You can buy one." Zhang Tiantian was the daughter of Patriarch Zhang. It would not be a problem to buy hundreds or thousands of them.

Little Cat's tone was much gentler, and his expression was not so cold. Zhang Tiantian felt that there was a chance and continued to say. "Aiya, it's only interesting if you make it yourself. Anyway, you're also studying the spray fan. We'll have company if we do it together."

Her tone was familiar, and her eyes were big and round. She was just short of scribbling the words "agree to it quickly" on her face.