Yumei reached out and poked Cook's strong chest. "So you're ready to be wayward, too?"

"No, no, no, no willfulness, strive to be the best man in the world!" Cook knows that she planted herself on Yumei, a little woman who laughs, laughs, laughs and cries. They all touched her heart.

"Gee, sure enough... What I can't see rolls to the heels of those little models who can't climb the hall of elegance. What is fate? That's it!" With that, Hua Meiqin also pretended to cover her mouth and laughed, and even Cook, who had known her for a long time, could not bear to look down on that supercilious...