"Sweetie, how did it go!"
Yue Qingqing had barely arrived home when she saw a face inexplicably excited.
"What?" Yue Qingqing didn't understand.
"Didn't you meet anyone on your way home?"
Yue Jiandong was puzzled, he had made his intentions quite clear, the Jiang boy couldn't possibly have gotten lost, could he?
Yue Qingqing was no fool, and she suddenly understood.
"I was wondering why I just happened to meet him… Was it dad who mentioned it?"
Yue Jiandong laughed awkwardly, trying to cover it up, "He called several times and even came to visit in person, I thought there might be something important."
Yue Qingqing was speechless about Yue Jiandong's thought process.
What in the world was Dad thinking?
This was too much worry for a child to bear day by day.
Zhang Ying was more reliable, giving her husband a stern glare.
When she turned to her daughter, her face was all smiles again, she brought over a glass of milk.
