In this black and white picture, he was like a robot dealing with work, continuously bustling along.
Until one day, a colorful butterfly landed in front of him, finally bringing color to his monochrome world.
He tried with all his might to keep the butterfly by his side, he even thought about locking her by his side.
Fortunately, the butterfly was ready to stay by his side for a while.
The moment Anan heard Zhan Qipei's words, he immediately raised his head and gave the man a big smile.
"I knew it! Sister Qiao is definitely an Angel!"
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes subtly at Zhan Qipei.
"You're even learning to talk like a child?"
Hearing him say she was an angel was fine coming from Anan, after all, he was a child with a touch of innocence.
But when the same thing came from Zhan Qipei's mouth, she always felt it took on a different flavor.
A flicker of ambiguous emotion flashed in the depths of Zhan Qipei's dark eyes, and he curved his lips into a smile.