"Fri... Fri... Friend..."
Zhang Yiming looked at his feet, his voice slightly trembling.
This was the first time someone, knowing his true identity, called him their friend.
"But you're not quite a friend; you're friends with Xiao Niu and Xiao Fan. I barely count as an elder, just call me auntie!" Wang Yiyun said with an affectionate smile to Zhang Yiming.
The more she looked at Zhang Yiming, the more pleasing he appeared.
He's a zombie!
Even cuter than those howling cuties, and good-looking too—must be easy to apply makeup!
"Yes, yes, yes, you're supposed to be of the same generation as Xiao Fan and the others."
Liu Jing also smiled kindly at Zhang Yiming, more affectionate than seeing her own grandson.
He's a zombie!
Looking decent and very polite.
Really nice, really want to dissect...
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law both wore kind faces, although their hearts felt as if bitten by ants.
So itchy.
Wanting to apply makeup and dissect Zhang Yiming, too abrupt.
