Mu Anxiao blinked and looked at Uncle Chen. "We're leaving first."
"Alright then," Uncle Chen nodded, looking at Zhang Yan and saying, "Let's keep in touch."
"Okay," Zhang Yan agreed.
After leaving the school, Mu Anxiao stood facing the school gate, looking at the classmates present. "Let's go find Shi Momo first."
"Okay," Zhang Yan glanced at his phone and agreed.
Mu Anxiao, completely disregarding the opinions of those around her, squeezed through the throng of students blocking the school gate.
Zhang Yan took a detour and went out.
Getting into a taxi, Mu Anxiao asked, "Is she working yet?"
"I don't think so. Hearing what Chen小子 said earlier, she should be staying at home. We'll be at her place in a bit. You go find her, I won't be going."
"Why aren't you going?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Zhang Yan glanced at the driver, then whispered, "She's your old classmate, not mine. It's enough that I, an old man, have come this far with you. You're asking for too much."
"Alright."
"Oh, you know how to reply now," Zhang Yan chuckled. "I thought you wouldn't pay any attention to your grandpa here."
This time, Mu Anxiao didn't say anything.
The driver looked at Mu Anxiao sitting in the back through the rearview mirror and smiled. "You look in good health."
Although Zhang Yan didn't like the driver's words, deeming it a public setting, he replied, "I'm very robust."
"I can see that," the driver smiled, then glanced at Mu Anxiao again. "By the way, is your granddaughter in her second year of high school this year?"
"He just said he's accompanying me to find an old classmate. Can't you understand what people are saying? Why are you still asking?" Mu Anxiao said, turning her face towards the car window.
The driver looked awkward.
Zhang Yan nudged Mu Anxiao lightly with his elbow. "My apologies. My granddaughter speaks like this sometimes. I genuinely worry she'll be the death of me."
"It's alright, children speak like this nowadays. My child is the same," the driver said, easing Zhang Yan's embarrassment.
"Your child is like that too?" Zhang Yan followed along with the driver.
"Young people nowadays have their own thoughts," the driver said plainly.
"Yes," Zhang Yan replied, glancing at Mu Anxiao beside him and sighing.
At Shi Momo's house, Shi's mother walked into Shi Momo's room and looked at Shi Momo's figure sprawled on the bed. She said cautiously, "Get up and order some food."
"I know. You go ahead and be busy," Shi Momo responded lazily.
Shi's mother looked at Shi Momo's state and sighed helplessly before turning and leaving the room.
Shi Momo once again sank into her dreams.
In her dream, she was walking towards the altar in a wedding dress. The groom's face slowly... slowly became clearer. She looked at the groom with a face full of smiles, and that feeling of her heart pounding like a deer appeared in the dream. But unexpectedly, just as she was about to get a clear look at the groom's face, her phone vibrated buzzing beside her head. Thus, her dream was disturbed.
"Who is it?" she called out impatiently, picking up her phone and answering without looking. "Hello, who is this?"
On the other end of the phone, Yan Ruoruo stood outside the classroom door, looking around slyly. "Sis, it's me."
"Who?" Shi Momo asked lazily, her eyes closed.
"It's me, Yan Ruoruo," Yan Ruoruo whispered.
At the same time, Feng Feng walked out of the classroom, shot Yan Ruoruo a fierce glare, deliberately bumped her shoulder as he passed, and walked away.