Yang Yue looked at the goddess he could only see on the poster every day and then looked at his father. He hesitated.
"Then I'll leave first." Since she had finished speaking, Xia Wanyuan picked up her bag, put on her mask, and walked out.
It was unknown what Yang Yue was thinking, but he did not look at the goddess he had been thinking about all night and day.
After Xia Wanyuan gradually walked away, Yang Yue stammered, "Dad, did you cause a problem?"
"I think you're itching for a beating!" Principal Yang felt a headache when he saw his rebellious son.
Seeing Principal Yang's expression, Yang Yue knew that he had thought wrongly. He hurriedly chuckled and leaned forward. "Dad, why is my goddess here? Is the Qing University inviting her to some gala? Can you give me an internal ticket?"
"Let's go and eat. Don't force me to knock on your head in school."
