Two hours later, in the living room on the first floor.
The TV was airing a special interview with Jin City University. Leng Lingxiao sat there, seemingly lost in thought, then commented, "A centennial celebration, shared future—sounds pretty impressive."
At this moment, Tang Xiaowan was leaning on the sofa, yawning, with dull eyes peering at the screen as if they might close at any moment.
"Huahua."
Her voice was soft, barely audible, and if Leng Lingxiao hadn't been sitting so close, it would have been hard to hear.
"What's up, Tangtang?"
"How come Old Zhao hasn't arrived yet?"
"Old Zhao?" Leng Lingxiao asked, surprised.
In fact, Zhao Renjie had already arrived at Jinyuan Academy an hour earlier, even bringing a new set of clothes for Leng Lingxiao from building 28 and was now in the courtyard discussing car maintenance with Cheng Shi.
