Zhao Rong watched the scene speechlessly.
"Ahem, ahem."
He covered his mouth and cleared his throat.
The slender girl who had been sticking her butt out paused, then turned her head.
The next second, her body lightly hopped backward, and she jumped off the fence.
While patting the hand that had been "committing the crime" just a moment ago, she looked around as if nothing had happened.
Looking here and there, as though nothing had occurred.
However, suddenly, the slender girl's head stopped swiveling, and her gaze "nailed" itself onto Zhao Rong's face.
She stared at him, slowly lowered her head, and then meticulously examined the man before her from top to bottom, with an extremely focused expression.
Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow. Now that they were face to face, he could finally clearly see what the girl looked like.
She looked meek and fragile.
