Early the next morning.
Su Huanqing was still in a deep sleep.
But Wang Qingya woke up early, still dragging her weary body to help Xu Lingjun pack his luggage.
"I'm leaving, Sister Yaya."
"Be careful on the road, remember to contact me when you're connected to the internal network, and also, remember to read the books I prepared for you carefully. Don't deprive yourself, enjoy what you should, work hard if your academic credit is not enough, but if you're short of money, Sister Yaya can still help."
Wang Qingya reluctantly tidied Xu Lingjun's collar, covering the love marks on his neck, and glanced back at Xiaofu who was sleeping soundly on the table, sighed, and said, "Without Daxiong in the future, Xiaofu might feel lonely. Why not take Xiaofu with you? I understand your intentions."
"Better to keep Xiaofu by your side. This way, I can also rest assured. If I get the chance, I'll visit you often."
