And just after listening to Uncle Bai's flattering words, Zhao Rong suddenly realized that he wasn't as skilled in this area as he appeared to be.
He had to change the subject and not say everything, to save some topics for later...
So, Zhao Rong nodded gravely, "Mmm, it's alright, quite pretty."
At that, Zhao Qian'er's face suddenly blossomed into a smile, as innocent and beautiful as mountain flowers, clean and moving.
Finally gaining the attention and praise of this 'big blockhead', the joyful girl, forgetting all about her ladylike demeanor for the moment, stood rooted to the spot, then leaned forward and lunged at him.
She hugged Zhao Rong's left arm, tucked inside his sleeve, using his body to balance herself as she looked up at him with a gleeful grin.
Zhao Qian'er exclaimed happily, "Really? Is that true?"
"False," Zhao Rong's face turned stern, his tone suddenly unrecognizable.
