Xie Qingci didn't say anything, and Yu Xia considered for a moment, then said with a smile:
"But at that time he was very popular because of this matter, especially with that curly-haired Wei Yaoyao, who is still his best friend."
Xie Yin suddenly chuckled, his elegant demeanor like a scholar with the spirit of literature.
"I'm not criticizing him, just saying it casually. You don't have to rush to speak for him."
Xie Qingci still didn't utter a word, but his actions spoke volumes.
He moved his chair a little closer, leaning against Yu Xia, his hand on the back of her chair seemingly wrapping her in his arms.
Yu Xia smiled sheepishly, feeling like she might be the one playing parent here. When Xie Yin didn't respond, she had already thought through how to explain, "Kids actually need more praise."
Everyone continued watching.
