It must be over two o'clock in the afternoon by now. Could he be off to do construction work again, to earn next semester's tuition fees?
"Let's go home!" Xiu Xi tugged at her book heavily, forcefully bringing her attention back to the present.
Ruan Jiaojiao nodded helplessly, withdrawing her gaze.
On the way back, the already lively group had become even more vibrant thanks to Yuan Xiaodong, the chatterbox, to the point that Ruan Jiaojiao, who had been thinking about Xiu Xun, had her attention completely captured by his chatter.
Once the chatterbox quieted down, Ruan Jiaojiao watched his zigzagging figure recede and suddenly thought of something.
She pulled Yuan Xiaodong a few steps behind her brothers and asked him, "Yuan Xiaodong, do you know how many children Grandma Yuan has? Like, how many great uncles or great aunts do you have?"
