"No, it's not mine," Yan Yajing said with a smile.
"Then whose is it?" Eyes full of questions glanced over.
Yan Yajing looked at Jun Ye: Perhaps say it was from Fang Min.
Jun Ye was startled and blurted out, "I gave it to you, Shen Jiayin."
Holding the big bunny with both hands, her big eyes blinked, clear as a stream, exactly as pure as the big bunny's eyes.
Seeing her like this, it would easily make one feel guilty. Jun Ye thought, feeling that even looking into this child's eyes would make one blush.
"Leader, leader, you gave me a bunny?"
"Yes."
"Why, why?"
This child was making him want to dig a hole to hide.
"Don't ask why! When gold falls from the sky, just pick it up!"
Yan Yajing bent over, clutching her stomach: Sure enough, Jun Ye was not lightly ill, not lightly, to actually yell at this child.
The ever-graceful Jun Ye, who always prided himself on his elegance, had actually lost his composure.
