If not for being afraid of Liang Chenchuan's ice-carved face, Mo Hongying would have run over to see what Liang Chenchuan's panda eyes looked like.
Haha... just the thought is really funny.
But unexpectedly, during practice in the afternoon, this girl was very serious, as if she wasn't affected by this at all.
"Sigh..."
Who knew during the break, Gu Lingling heard Fan Cuiling sigh, "I've thought this through, this is my only chance."
"You know I've already offended my uncle, and if he really abandons me, then if I can join the art troop, wouldn't the army want me?"
Pretty optimistic indeed.
"That's the logic, actually you don't need to think of it so seriously, he shouldn't abandon you because of this," Gu Lingling comforted her.
"Yes, I've decided to go back and make him dinner early." Fan Cuiling said seriously, "Although the dishes I make aren't as tasty as yours, my uncle loves the steamed noodles I make the most. Yes, that's what I'll do."
