Watching Ou Lan's figure, Zhan Lingtao felt a nagging itch, "Dad, I really want to go up and talk to Ou Xiaolan, and give her a hug."
Zhan Moxiao decisively refused, "No, have you forgotten what your dad said? We must employ the cat-style tactic, scratch her, make her itch, but don't let her satisfy that itch."
Zhan Lingtao pouted, "Okay."
Oh, when exactly is this cat-style tactic going to end?
...
Ou Lan had been oblivious to the fact that the big and small duo had been following her all along. She followed the guide through the paintings and suddenly, someone called her name, "Ou Lan."
She turned around abruptly and saw Baili Mu standing behind her with a charming smile.
He wore black casual pants and an off-white V-neck sweater that made him look clean and sunny, and very comfortable.
Especially when he smiled, it was as if he was a natural highlight.
