Vice Dean Ding hurried off, and Cheng Zhouyu stood at the door for a while, the words he hadn't finished stuck in his throat.
Ding Yiyuan returned home, still out of breath, and was startled by the figure of Zhu Qi in the living room, shocked to see that her mother was still awake...
Because her daughter had run out of the house, Zhu Qi was anxious, but when she saw her daughter returned, she breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, she noticed the scarf and hat her daughter was wearing, "Where have you been? Whose scarf and hat are these?"
Ding Yiyuan offhandedly brushed off the question and ran back to her room. In the mirror, she still wore the scarf and hat, pink and cutesy, hearing a voice echoing in her ear, "Although it's a bit ugly, it's warm..."
Cheng Zhouyu slowly walked home. With each step he took, the joyful heart he had felt began to sink a bit further.
When he finally reached home, he sighed deeply and opened the door.
