He reached out, raised her chin with the folding fan in his hand, and said in a ruffian voice, "Little girl, give me a smile for me!"
In an instant, the entire audience was petrified.
Mu Yunyou looked at him expressionlessly, then imitated his example and reached out to lift his chin, "The little girl is in a bad mood today, why don't you give her a smile!"
The person in front of him turned to stone.
"Quack, quack, quack..." The crow flew by.