Liang Qingqing pouted, her face full of unhappiness.
This girl is pure-hearted; she wears her thoughts on her face, much like Duan Yiyi.
Qin Yi smiled slightly, patting her little head, "Little rascal, can't you tell the difference between love and admiration yet?"
Liang Qingqing pouted, "Don't treat me like a child."
Qin Yi chuckled and tapped her head lightly, "I've said it before, you are a child."
"I'm not," Liang Qingqing grumbled, rubbing her aching forehead, then curiously asked, "Is your wife beautiful?"
"Yes!" Qin Yi nodded; Xia Yanbing's beauty couldn't be denied by anyone.
"How did you two meet?"
Qin Yi laughed, "Why do you have so many questions? Girls should talk less."
"Then why do mouths exist? Aren't they for talking?"
"They're for eating."
Liang Qingqing felt frustrated; she realized she was no match for Qin Yi in conversation.
"Big hero, let's go play over there."
Qin Yi followed where Liang Qingqing pointed and found a small, deep blue lake.
