Ye Manrong hadn't had the chance to nod when Xie Zhiyao leaned over gently and whispered in her ear, "Mom, just agree with me. I have to go to the Royal Orchestra in a bit! You want me to agree to go to England for further studies, don't you?"
Ye Manrong thought to herself, this child clearly knows what I'm thinking, so why deliberately ask such a question?
Could it be that she wouldn't go to England for further studies just because she couldn't take Qian Sisi to look around?
"Alright, I don't know what your dad just told the kitchen. You take Sisi for a walk, and I'll go check the kitchen." With that, Ye Manrong turned and walked downstairs.
After Ye Manrong left, Qian Sisi stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at Xie Zhiyao. Xie Zhiyao held onto the railing with one hand and extended the other toward her: "Qian Sisi, how does it feel to be at my house?"
Qian Sisi didn't answer, she looked at Xie Zhiyao's extended hand, feeling baffled.
