In the evening, Nan Xuan waited at the school gate of Hui University as usual, his gaze searching for Murong Qiao in the crowd.
Having come over to wait for his Little Sister a few times, he had long learned to ignore the surrounding gazes that landed on him constantly. He was only focused on waiting for Murong Qiao.
"I'm just going home. It's actually nothing important, Third Brother…"
The girl's helpless voice came from ahead.
Nan Xuan recognized his sister almost the moment he heard the voice. The corners of his mouth curled into a happy smile as he looked in the direction of the voice, but his face stiffened.
A handsome man in a windbreaker and light pants was walking beside Murong Qiao with a gentle smile on his face. Moreover, from Murong Qiao's intimate and relaxed tone just now, Nan Xuan knew the identity of the person in front of him.
"Qiaoqiao," Nan Xuan called out to her.
His voice was a little hoarse, but he still shouted.
