Ning Youyu seriously refuted, "Of course not, tomorrow is not the Mid-Autumn Festival."
This answer was truly brilliant.
Ning Youguang laughed and fell into Shi Wangyue's arms.
The slightly tipsy Shi Wangyue had been smiling non-stop tonight.
...
After admiring the moon and leaving the Ning household, as soon as they entered the elevator, they encountered a nine or ten-year-old girl standing alone inside.
Upon seeing them enter, the little girl's eyes instantly lit up.
Then, she looked up, her big round eyes staring at Shi Wangyue.
In the elevator, under the cold white light, Shi Wangyue's nose was straight and attractive, drawing a neat line in the air.
His jawline was smooth and natural, his eyelashes curled and thick, and his furrowed brows exuded a heroic aura, while a pleasant fragrance lightly surrounded him.
Indeed, his good looks were mesmerizing.
Ning Youguang was too lazy to argue with a child, planning to turn a blind eye.
