Of course Jiang Nian wouldn't do homework; life's too short not to enjoy it.
At the Xu family's house opposite, in Xu Qianqian's room.
One was playing with their phone at the desk, the other lying on the bed doing the same. Each doing their own thing, in silent agreement, which was kind of traditional.
After all, under the elders' watchful eyes, nothing felt easy.
As soon as you pull out the phone, parents start shaking their heads. If someone says "playing, playing, all you know is to play with your phone all day," the conversation shifts from domestic matters to how harmful phones are.
"Are there any good movies lately?" Xu Qianqian suddenly asked.
"Why?"
"Couple tickets are on discount, and anyway, you're just bored."
Jiang Nian was somewhat taken aback, hilariously tense. Like, seriously? You think your dad, so tall and handsome, is just a tool for movie discounts in your eyes?
"What if I have a girlfriend?"
"You?"
