Zhang Fan looked at Weng Shuang's knee-length cheongsam and couldn't help but feel troubled.
My goodness, how do I carry her?
This is a cheongsam, big sister.
After circling around Weng Shuang, Zhang Fan decided to just carry her in his arms.
Immediately, Zhang Fan crouched down, scooped Weng Shuang up in a princess carry.
"Ah!"
Weng Shuang was startled by Zhang Fan's sudden embrace.
The next moment, her cheeks flushed as she leaned into Zhang Fan's chest.
Seeing this, Ye Yanran's face turned unsightly.
Seeing Weng Shuang in such a docile manner, she had only one thought in her mind.
It's over, it's over, this girl is completely smitten.
Zhang Fan isn't even that handsome!
With a surge of indignation, Ye Yanran went straight to the street corner, hailed a taxi, snatched Weng Shuang from Zhang Fan's arms, and took her into the car.
"Come to my house for the treatment next time," Zhang Fan said with a mischievous smile to Weng Shuang.