"Having Miss Ying as a friend is Shihua's good fortune."
Beichuan Si earnestly gave his assessment, then added, "Anyway, I'm leaving everything in your hands."
To be honest, there was a tone in Beichuan Si's voice like 'an old father handing his daughter over to her boyfriend.'
This inexplicable feeling made Qianye Ying somewhat confused, and she hesitated for quite a while before nodding, "Leave it to me."
The two exchanged pleasantries at the door for a while, and then—
"Brother Temple?!"
A familiar voice came from behind, prompting Beichuan Si to instinctively turn around.
Standing behind him were Beichuan Huili's close friends, carrying small handbags, wearing little leather shoes, and medium-length skirts.
Sakura Miori, Sakurai Saki, Otomoto Ai, Takiyama Nanako.
The one who had just called out was the somewhat self-admiring Sakura Miori from the quartet.
