Li Hanzhou reminded her, "I'm only six years older than you."
"I know."
Qiao Yun lifted her face, her fair complexion appearing even whiter under the sun, as she looked at Li Hanzhou with a puzzled expression.
"You don't want to be my friend, nor do you want to be my grandfather, what do you want to be?"
"Of course I..." Li Hanzhou's eyes reflected Qiao Yun's obedient and quiet demeanor. The words he was about to say suddenly caught in his throat; he seemed unsure where he wanted to place Qiao Yun.
"Where are you heading?" Li Hanzhou decisively changed the subject.
Without hearing an answer, Qiao Yun didn't mind and told him, "Back to the Lu Family."
"Shall I give you a lift?" Li Hanzhou noticed that she said Lu Family instead of home. The kid didn't seem to know what she was thinking about all day.
"Sure." Qiao Yun waved her hand where Li Hanzhou couldn't see.
A taxi not too far away, in the next second, headed off in another direction.
