"This girl is actually quite photogenic when she gets a little dressed up. Photos taken by professionals really are different; her looks are almost on par with Xueer now." An Yang said with a smile to Ji Weiwei beside him, even extending his phone toward her.
"Why is your mouth so bad at speaking, you guy!" Ji Weiwei leaned over to take a look, gave him a tap, and then broke into a knowing smile.
Hearing An Yang's praise, Xiao Xueer's slightly pursed lips also curved into an arc, her gentle smile extremely pretty.
Xiao Qian, walking down from upstairs, also let out a chuckle.
Only An You let out a long sigh, directly filtering out all words and actions from this guy, and looked at the three banshees who stood out as a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else—the Rabbit Demon, who listened to them talking in a daze and looked completely lost; Xiaochán, who sat quietly beside An Yang with her head lowered; and Huang Lan, who was absorbed in playing a game while lying on the sofa.
None of them were smiling.
Moreover, they frequently hung out with that bastard yet managed to remain untainted by the filth, which was truly rare.
So An You pondered for a moment, sidled up to Huang Lan, first swept a gaze full of envy over Huang Lan's still-breathtakingly curled figure and curves, and then put on a friendly smile. "Hehe, Sister Huang Lan."
Huang Lan was wholly focused on her phone, her eyes reflecting the mottled, dazzling colors of the flashing screen. She didn't lift her head, nor did she so much as glance at her, merely saying, "Something the matter?"
"Sister Huang Lan, I want to ask for some advice. How did you get your figure into