Five minutes later.
An Xiaxia held a glass of warm milk and sat on the sofa, where she was lectured by Sheng Yize as if she was a naughty child.
"I see you've grown a backbone, no? Running away from home? You could have been sold off by some human trafficker! Aren't you a little too old for this… You're incorrigible! And you didn't even bring any money or your phone. You dumb little girl…" Sheng Yize excoriated her with a stern face, which only upset An Xiaxia further. Her head was almost buried in her chest and she grumbled in a mosquito-like hum, "If I knew you'd be this naggy, I would never have come to you in the first place…"
Sheng Yize had the sharpest ears and caught every word she said. He snapped, "Why, who else were you planning to go to, then? Qi Yanxi? Or that toy boy president of the student council…"
An Xiaxia pursed her lips with grievance.
