Shen Yao had a headache from the commotion, so she could only bring them over.
The reporters outside had mostly dispersed, and there were still children lighting fireworks outside at this time. Hearing footsteps, the group of people raised their heads at the same time and bumped into Ye sang's round cat eyes.
They lived in the mountains, so they knew that the villa in the suburbs was always empty. Today, a group of people had come out of nowhere. The children were curious, so they swarmed over after dinner.
Coincidentally, they bumped into Shen Yao, who had nothing to do outside.
The little girl had a delicate face. Children in their teens already had a standard aesthetic function.
They had never seen such a beautiful little girl before.
Therefore, a few boys plucked up their courage and handed Shen Yao a few fairy sticks.