[Someone come, block Shen Yi's mouth for me, so he won't keep talking.]
[Help, even as a fan, I feel secondhand embarrassment. Shen Yi, if you can't control that mouth, you'll wind up with no friends.]
[Shen Duidui lives up to his name. Sister Sang, please don't give him water later—let's see how long he can keep being stubborn.]
"Give me the notebook and marker." Sang Ning bent down to place the bottle of water on the ground.
When she straightened up, Shen Yi had already taken the items out of the plastic bag and handed them to her.
Sang Ning squatted, laid the notebook flat on the ground, opened the cover, and tore out two pages from the inside.
As Shen Yi saw her tear out the pages and open the marker cap, he asked, "Are you going to write something?"
"What do you think?" Sang Ning shot back a quick reply before lowering her head to write.
