Ye Qianning nodded.
Gao Qi stood up, lifted the curtain, and stepped out. After a moment's thought, he turned back to remind her, "Don't you dare forget the eighth day of the sixth month."
"I know."
Gao Qi hopped off the carriage and turned to Luo Wen. "I have an appointment with your young miss on the eighth day of the sixth month. You remember it too. If she forgets, you remind her. The eighth of the sixth month."
Luo Wen was speechless.
Ye Qianning was also at a loss for words.
"The eighth of the sixth month, okay?"
Grinning, Gao Qi skipped away.
A dark line seemed to form on Luo Wen's forehead. It was a good thing the boy ran off quickly, or he might not have been able to resist the urge to smack a child.
Ye Qianning lightly touched her forehead. 'He's so long-winded.'
"Young Miss, why do you even bother with him?" The Prime Minister's residence seemed to cause trouble for them daily.
"He's just a child. Let's go."
"Yes."
Luo Wen hopped onto the carriage.
