After soothing Xiao Jianli's excited emotions, it was already eleven o'clock at night.
Lu Mian had to go to school the next day, so Xiao Jianli took everyone back with him.
The old man lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. He clumsily posted a status update on his social circle.
Such a big event deserved a proper celebration (and a bit of showing off)!
Xiao Qimo leaned against his bed, scrolling through his phone until he came across the old man's post. He didn't even like it, expressionless, he simply swiped past.
Soon, his phone started to vibrate, several messages coming in one after another.
[Brother Qi, no way!]
[Is what Grandpa Xiao posted in his moments true?]
[Is Little Mianmian really the little girl who saved Grandpa Xiao fifteen years ago?]
[This is really like finding a needle in a haystack! Congratulations!]
[Brother Qi, you really are a visionary, repaying the life-saving favor by pledging yourself early! Hahaha...]
