Qin Yuhao's lips curved up slightly as he teased Mo Xixi, "You don't have to be so scared of me; I won't do anything to you."
"I'm not scared of you; I'm just really nervous," Mo Xixi replied, face flushed and fingers constantly twisting.
Qin Yuhao let out a hearty laugh, "Do you have paper and pen?"
"Huh?" Mo Xixi didn't quite catch what Qin Yuhao had said.
"Don't you want an autograph?" Qin Yuhao asked with a smile.
"Oh!" Mo Xixi hurriedly took off her backpack, found a pen and paper inside, and handed them to Qin Yuhao.
Qin Yuhao took the pen and paper, and with flourishing strokes, he wrote down his name, then handed them back to Mo Xixi, "Done!"
"Thank you!" Mo Xixi happily took back the pen and paper, and her eyes brimmed with excitement upon seeing the signature.
"How did you become friends with Song Yan Ning?" Qin Yuhao was very curious about this. As far as he knew, Song Yan Ning never made friends.
