"Once you get to university, you'll finally be able to have some fun."
At this moment, Xu Qing, in Xiaoxiao's eyes, looked exactly like the old man who was their homeroom teacher.
"Just think, if you can't get into the same university, you'll be miles apart, only able to find time to meet once every ten days or half a month, and you'll even have to scrape together some money from your living expenses to buy bus tickets..."
Xiaoxiao listened obediently, her toes almost digging through the living room floor.
How could godfather say it so directly? It was all because Shi'an used to blabber about liking Xiaoxiao forever when he was little.
Xu Shi'an came out of his room, sneaking about and trying to return, looking like a big oaf caught red-handed like a weasel that had stolen a chicken.
"Running away?"
Xu Qing looked at him suspiciously, his gaze sweeping over the two of them... could it be...
Xiaoxiao's face turned even redder.
