Miaomiao looked at Ansheng with the kind of gaze one might reserve for someone lacking mental faculties.
Ansheng maintained an expression of absolute innocence—an innocence so pure it actually felt a little terrifying to Miaomiao.
After a long moment, unable to withstand Ansheng's deadpan, earnest stare, Miaomiao gave in and pulled out her phone to reply, a faint blush hidden beneath her mask.
Chapter 28