"Alright, the two of us have made up." Jiang Yuan's cheeks burnt with the laughter.
Yu Chengcheng looked at her in surprise, "You two made up so quickly? What did Brother Yan do to get you to forgive him so quickly?"
"No, he apologized, and I forgave him," Jiang Yuan said deliberately in a light and breezy tone.
Yu Chengcheng: "Just like that?" Why did she find it so hard to believe?
Jiang Yuan feigned calmness: "Exactly like that, what else could it be? Alright, stop asking. Are you done looking? Once you're finished, I'll take you downstairs to take a look."
"Is the academic god also downstairs? Can I take a photo?" Yu Chengcheng's eyes lit up with excitement.
Jiang Yuan: "Why do you want to take photos?"
Yu Chengcheng spoke with the expression of a money-grubber: "When your Brother Yan becomes famous, his exclusive private photos should be worth a lot of money, right?"
