An Hao listened and chuckled to herself but didn't burst the bubble.
Whether she truly wished to attend university or harbored other intentions, probably only she knew best.
Song Yueqin and An Ping exchanged a few verbal jabs. Seeing An Hao's indifferent expression, Yueqin found it incredibly unbelievable and was utterly baffled.
What on earth was going on with An Hao?
Customers came to buy things in fits and starts, making it impossible for Yueqin to find an opportunity to have a proper conversation with An Hao.
The weather was so cold that water turned to ice. Yueqin, unable to stand the freezing temperature any longer, urged An Hao, "When will you return?"
"There's still plenty of time. If you're cold, go back first!" An Hao had no desire to chat more with Yueqin.
"Alright then, I'll be off. If there's nothing up, I'll come to hang out with you!"
An Hao hummed indifferently and continued to organize her stall.
After Song Yueqin left, An Hao sold out all of her goods.
