After listening to what Kang Li said, Luo Yanqing blurted out two words: "Nope."
"Are you sure?"
Kang Li's eyes grew playful: "I don't believe that."
If he wasn't jealous, would he have gone out of his way to ask?
Luo Yanqing felt a bit uneasy under her gaze. He looked away, pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, then turned his eyes back to Kang Li: "You're going back home—what about Luo Mingting and the others?"
"My dad's here, no need to worry."
"What about your classes?"
"I'll find someone to cover a few, or, if not, I'll just postpone them."
"About when do you leave?"
"Early next Saturday morning."
"Got it."
He'd be off work for a week then—everything could be sorted out.
"What are you thinking about?"
Noticing a flicker in Luo Yanqing's expression, Kang Li casually asked.
