"In my heart, you've always been the embodiment of wisdom and beauty."
Even Lu Meng would laugh upon hearing this.
Are you trying to fool a three-year-old?
Embodying wisdom and beauty—why doesn't he just say she's a celestial fairy descended to earth?
"Song Yunchi, stop messing with me!"
Seeing that the flustered Lu Meng was hard to appease, Song Yunchi helplessly spread his hands, "Mengmeng, if you don't believe me, shall I call him?"
"You guys are in cahoots."
This whole 'mouse biting the tire' thing—it's the funniest joke I've heard all year.
"Baobei, then what would it take for you to believe me?"
Lu Meng pursed her lips, "Didn't you say there was a mouse? Fine, find a mouse, have it bite the tire right here, and I'll believe you."
"What a pity." Song Yunchi looked regretful, "After the tire was bitten, I already had someone put down rat poison and killed all the mice."
Lu Meng: "..."
You got me!
