Yu Xiaoyu and Li Yiren slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the slender figure that walked in from beyond the vines.
Shao Zifeng felt uncomfortable under their gaze and said with a smile, "What, don't recognize me anymore?"
Then he witnessed the best face-changing performance show he had seen to date. He saw Yu Xiaoyu's face transform from a blank mask to one of wild joy in an extremely short time. Then her lips pursed into a look of grievance, and finally, she burst into tears, donning a mask of pain.
She quickly scrambled up from the ground and took off towards Shao Zifeng with long strides.
Watching Yu Xiaoyu run toward him with open arms, Shao Zifeng almost instantly recalled the image from a few days ago when he was rubbed repeatedly on the tablet. He truly did not want to experience that torture a second time.
