Watching Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu skillfully recording the statement, Zhang Ye didn't forget to make a jab, "From your childhood to now, you have really delivered quite a few people here. Have you ever considered becoming a police officer?"
Luo Qianqian decisively shook her head, "That's not suitable for me. I'm more suited to elegant activities like painting or playing the piano."
He Wenyu scoffed at this. Luo Qianqian's gibberish scribbles could be called painting? But Luo Qianqian herself referred to it as 'abstract art', hmm, ink wash abstract art at that, where you can't make out anything that's being painted.
"Oh?" Jimo Cheng sat to one side, but his voice clearly reached Luo Qianqian's ears—it obviously wasn't Lin Jiayou's voice... Lin Jiayou's voice wasn't this pleasant.
