There was a clear hint of ambiguity in Luo Nanyang's tone as he spoke the last sentence, but he said it with a completely serious demeanor.
Gu Yuying didn't show whether he understood the intended meaning or not, maintaining his steady tone, "Alright."
"Okay, Xiaoli, you go pack up! You'll be going back with Yuying right after." Luo Nanyang said to Luo Qingli, who had become almost transparent in the living room.
"Dad, you can't just do this! Don't you have to ask for my opinion too? Also, I'm leaving today! How come you're not sad at all?"
Luo Qingli finally couldn't suppress her outburst. She'd played the "well-behaved" act for a few hours in front of Gu Yuying, but still couldn't contain herself.
"Have you left Jinyang yet?"
"No!"
"Are you far from home?"
"No."
"Then what do I have to be sad about? You haven't left Jinyang, I can see you anytime, I can't be sad." Luo Nanyang stopped paying attention to Luo Qingli and continued to sip his tea calmly.
