After breakfast, Feng Qing rode her scooter to school. The falling of one leaf heralds the coming of autumn, and the golden leaves had a unique beauty. The sunlight shone on the ground, making everyone's hearts warm.
The sound of an ear-piercing engine rang out as a black modified motorcycle caught up to them. Xie Shihao took off his technological helmet and looked at Feng Qing." Little, Little Aunt, good morning. I saw that you didn't eat much this morning. It should be because breakfast isn't to your liking. This is the soup dumplings I just bought. I'm specially giving it to you as a gift. "
Feng Qing : "…"
She pinched her face. If it wasn't for the fact that it hurt, she would have wondered if this person was Xie Shihao. Not only had his personality changed, but he also no longer treated her coldly. Moreover, this was the first time he had called her aunt. What was wrong with him?
