Ming Mei raised an eyebrow: "Why wouldn't he? He'll only thank me for giving him such unforgettable childhood memories."
Ou Yinghan flipped through the photos one by one. Although Yousheng was young, he was truly a treasure trove of expressions. It's hard to believe how a child so small could have such a variety of expressions.
Ming Mei had been taking photos of Yousheng all these days. Ou Yinghan had taken care of her and the child for a full month, and she didn't know how to thank her. A formal gift would feel too distant. This was the only thing Ming Mei could think of.
Ming Mei had taken so many photos that by the time they reached the airport, there were still some left that Ou Yinghan hadn't seen.
The car drove right up to the side of the airport runway, stopping not far from the transfer point.
Ou Yinghan said to Ming Mei, "This movement you captured is my favorite."
