Lin Jiayou felt something was off while touching several hands, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was. Speaking of which... he hadn't really looked at Cong Ying's hands closely, had he?
Perhaps... the hands he's observed most closely are Luo Qianqian's little hands that resemble a child's paws?
They are very small and very noticeable, right? Even if you don't want to pay attention, you'd be surprised at first glance.
Mo reached out and picked up Luo Qianqian's little hand, examining it from side to side, and he immediately burst into laughter: "It's really quite recognizable."
Luo Qianqian withdrew her hand irritably and glared at Mo: "Get lost, don't mess things up. If you stop messing things up, we can still be good friends."
Mo chuckled: "But I don't want to be your good friend, do I?" His smiling eyes clearly showed: Yep, I'm definitely teasing you.
Luo Qianqian felt herself falling apart; can this person ever be serious?
