Four years later.
"Mommy, just pick one. Look at this. Thirty-two years old, thick eyebrows, big eyes, tall figure. Wow, he's still a professor." The cute baby with her bangs combed looked at the screen. Her eyes lit up, and saliva was about to flow out from the corner of her mouth.
Tong Wenya gritted her teeth and stared at the little guy in front of her. He was really a genius. He knew how to go online when he was three years old, and he even sent her half-asleep photos to get married.
In the past few days, how many odd calls did she receive?
"Miss Tong, your chest is so big. Is it Lung's? I like big breasts. I don't like fake boobs. It feels weird touching it."
"Miss, I care about sex. We'd better find a place to see if it's harmonious."