"Little Tiangao, the dishes have just been served, why do you want to go back? Are you feeling unwell? Mom will walk with you!"
Xia Ye, with a chicken leg in her mouth, stood up, "It's okay, I'll go back by myself. You guys keep eating."
Xia Yuzheng, "How can that be? Let's all go back together."
He gestured to the waiter with a wave of his hand, "Please pack up these dishes for us to take away."
The waiter quickly got busy, "Yes."
**
Xia Yourong finally managed to get into Xia Ye's room and looked around carefully.
Seeing those exquisite decorations in the room and the portrait Xu He hand-painted by the bed, each felt like a needle pricking into her eyes.
The backpack was casually hung on the back of the chair, and there was a rectangular hard plastic pencil case on the table.
Xia Yourong picked it up for a look, inside were the signature pens, 2B pencils, erasers, rulers... everything needed for an exam, all neatly arranged.
