Every time Luo Xingyu saw Gao Yuan, she would become extra clingy, always sticking close to his side, which made Luo Guodong feel uneasy, a bit heartache, but also somewhat relieved.
"Do you eat peanuts? Do you like preserved plums? There's still a lot left from the last time you brought some. Do you drink cola?"
Holding Gao Yuan's hand, Luo Xingyu smiled sweetly, asked a bunch of questions about food and drink, then turned to look at Luo Guodong.
"Dad, weren't you supposed to play chess with Uncle Zhang?"
Luo Guodong didn't know if he should really go play chess since there was no such arrangement, but Luo Xingyu's intention to send him away was so obvious that if he claimed there was no chess game, he would seem inconsiderate.
But Luo Guodong didn't want to leave. What worried him was if he left, something might happen to Luo Xingyu.
He had to guard her vigilantly, even if it meant enduring her complaints.
