A month later.
10:30 PM.
Ji Qingge swung her legs while sitting on the desk. With her mouth crunching on potato chips, she stretched out her fingers to direct. "Did you leave out anything? Certificate of graduation, letter of admission, letter of acceptance, two-inch photograph, identity card… got everything?"
Not too far away, Ji Zhiyao, who was squatting before the luggage bag, suddenly stood up. "Forgot my graduation certificate."
"What can you remember? All you know is to bring your laptop bag and camera."
Ji Zhiyao walked to the study desk as if he did not hear her, and after rummaging through a row of neat books and making a mess, he still did not find what he was looking for. With the last row left to go through, he glanced at Ji Qingge, who was blocking the books, and dragged her off the desk mercilessly.
"Going too far there." Ji Qingge rolled her eyes.
