Hmm, that's what good friends are for, to be trapped just like that.
"Did you bring it?" Wang Zitan asked Tang Sisi, who had just come out, only to see Tang Sisi in a pair of denim jeans and a white shirt, with a pair of canvas shoes on her feet and a slanted ponytail done up; she was exuding youth in every way, and for the first time, Wang Zitan really felt like an old cow eating young grass.
But he was set on munching on this young grass, no matter how difficult it got, he was going to pluck it. Otherwise, he'd end up an old bachelor. To prevent himself from angering his own grandfather to death, he had no choice but to make a move on the country's young blooms.
Besides, their age difference wasn't too great, not ten or twenty years apart, just eight years. Is eight years such a big deal? Not at all, right?
Of course, Tang Sisi had no idea what the fleeting complexity in Wang Zitan's eyes meant as she patted her backpack, "It's here, right?"
