Zhuang Liu glanced at Song Lin, who was not far away, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. Rourou did not like cake at all. Song Lin did not even know this and still wanted to please Rourou. He was simply dreaming.
"Xiao Rou, wait a moment." Zhuang Liu stopped Tan Rou, who was about to leave.
Tan Rou carried her bag and turned around " Is there anything else, Third Brother?"
"Come here, I want to talk to you."Zhuang Liu smiled.
Tan Rou smiled, saying, "What can't you say here?"
Zhuang Liu frowned slightly, seemingly a little anxious. "Come here."
"Oh." Tan Rou walked over. "What does Third Brother want to say?"
Zhuang Liu pulled the corner of her clothes and whispered, "There's a leaf on your head. I'll take it off for you."
Tan Rou looked around at the trees that never shed leaves and helplessly touched the top of her head. "Third Brother, there are no leaves on my head."
