Zhixi replied absent-mindedly and quickly left.
Once she was standing in the corridor, she remembered what Ziyi had just said.
.... Did this girl misunderstand something? She was in a hurry to get back, but not because she was eager to do something with He Jingyao!
Zhixi felt both embarrassed and helpless, quickly slapped her red cheeks, and then returned to the room.
Behind the desk, He Jingyao held his son in his arms, guiding his hand as he taught him how to write his name.
The man was relaxed, with a faint smile on his lips. Xiaobao was also unusually serious, his fair little face looking extra solemn.
Zhixi couldn't help but laugh.
He Jingyao glanced at her, then stood up and placed Xiaobao on the chair, adjusting the height for him and instructing, "Write it yourself, ten times first. I'll check it later."
Xiaobao obediently nodded his head.
He Jingyao walked over to Zhixi and held her hand: "Did you go see Ziyi?"
Zhixi nodded with a complex expression.
