"Are you leaving us your first picture of your friend?" Zong Fuqing, on the other hand, looked very happy.
The clown held out the photo he had taken earlier, "Miss, this is for you. This is an event for our group. If you catch a couple, you can send them the photo."
Zong Fuqing took the photo and stuffed it into Gong Yunning's hands, "I'm giving it to you, my good friend."