"Alright, I've already promised you. Why are you still feeling melancholic?"
Xiaoguo looked at Zhuang Zhuang, who was still sulking, and felt a little depressed. "Why does this child have so many worries?"
"I think that the letter I wrote to Father was not good enough."
Zhuang Zhuang rested his chin on his hands and pouted at Xiaoguo. He really regretted it. If he had known, he would have written more.
After hearing his words, Xiaoguo thought about what she had written. Her letter seemed to be quite complete. She was relieved that she had included everything.
She smiled and patted Zhuang Zhuang's head. "Take your time to worry."
With that, she returned to the house.
The cause of this incident happened on the night before Xiaoyi returned to the capital…
