Qiao Xiaon'an tugged at her shoulder bag, "My best subject is Chinese. How could it be taught by the math teacher?"
Just then, they walked from the hallway to the elevator. Yun Mo's slender finger lightly pressed the down button, "In the future, be straightforward with what you want, don't use the word 'please'. I don't like that verb."
The two entered the elevator, and she tightened her grip on his arm, resting her head against his shoulder, "I'm afraid you won't have time on the weekend."
"Do you have something going on at the weekend?"
"It's my grandfather's 80th birthday. My mother wants to know if you are free to accompany me back home."
"Alright."
He agreed without a second thought, which surprised her.
She looked up at his serious face, which didn't look like he had agreed casually.
Therefore, she was even more delighted, "You really are willing to go with me to my grandfather's birthday?"
He answered her question with another, "It's on the weekend, right?"
