"Li Zhiyuan, you've really become even more disgusting now."
At this moment, Li Weihan, Cui Guiying, a group of Li family's brothers and sisters, along with Aunt Zhang and a few villagers who had come to the small store to buy things in the evening, all stared at Li Zhiyuan with smiling, curious faces.
Everyone was very quiet, and everyone was also very eager.
The simple longing for beautiful things is human nature.
Nothing is more touching and comforting to onlookers than a mother and child separated by a long distance being able to hear each other's hearts.
Li Zhiyuan still clutched the microphone tightly in his hands, the shy expression on his face not only didn't fade, but became even thicker. He shifted his body a little, as if trying to avoid everyone's gaze, but to everyone, it seemed more like a child's coy refusal.
Everyone found this scene adorable, their smiles grew even brighter, all with their mouths slightly open, waiting for the following conversation.
