Xie Xiao's mood instantly soared.
"How can Little Luo be so cute?"
She was genuinely concerned about him.
Xie Xiao had always been the caregiver among relatives and friends.
He had become accustomed to thinking a lot for others and then habitually giving.
But Luo Yanran was always different.
The girl's delicate handwriting was not on a sticky note but engraved in his heart.
Xie Xiao was a bit annoyed. Why hadn't he explained just now?
Who cares if his words came across as lackluster, at least it would've made Little Luo feel a bit better.
Having a mouth is for talking, isn't it?
Xie Xiao, have you got water in your brain?
Xie Xiao cursed himself in his mind for a long time, then sighed.
Gently, he peeled off the sticky note and touched the words on it.
Little Luo was worried that he didn't have money for food, and he hadn't explained, making her unhappy.
Xie Xiao, you really are no good...
