Upon hearing these simplest words, Qiao Qiao looked at Qin Shaonan, feeling a sense of unease in her heart.
Want to talk to her?
Is grandma in serious condition?
She wanted to ask, but didn't have the courage to speak out.
Qin Shaonan looked at Qiao Qiao, "I don't know either, but from the tone of voice, it shouldn't be too tricky. Should we go there now?"
Qiao Qiao gazed at Qin Shaonan, her heartbeat gradually slowing down because of his words, as if she had taken a Sedative Pill, and nodded.
Qin Shaonan took her hand, picked up a coat from the side, and helped her put it on.
Qiao Qiao slung her backpack over her shoulder, pouting as she looked at Qin Shaonan.
Qin Shaonan lowered his gaze, eyes dark as ink, "Don't look at other men with those eyes in the future."
Qiao Qiao, "Why not?"
Qin Shaonan, "That's an order, no why."
Qiao Qiao smoothed her long hair, "I'm not your soldier."
Qin Shaonan spoke as they walked, "You're not my soldier, but you're mine."
