"Haven't you forgotten that he has to go to school?" Lin Xiaoguai said with amusement.
Without a trace, she sized up Yang Xiaoli. Compared to when she had left two years ago, Yang had lost some weight, her eyes no longer as sharp as before, having developed a smoothness that comes with social experience. Her spirit, however, was decent, but the smile on her face didn't seem as genuine as before.
"The rooms are all prepared for you, and I aired the quilts out as well. I just don't know if you'll be able to adjust to the climate here," Yang Xiaoli prattled on.
"Don't worry, even if I can't get used to it, I'll crawl if I have to, just to attend your wedding banquet," Zhu Huixi said gaily.
"You," Yang Xiaoli said with a soft smile and sighed, "about to become a mother, yet still so carefree and uninhibited. Only Wang Han can put up with you."
