"And also, don't you have work to do?" Zhao Guoxian asked in exasperation.
Zhao Gushen sighed and said, "You still don't understand my well-intended efforts."
Zhao Guoxian: "..."
Whatever.
He didn't want to understand.
"Why don't you have someone watch over things? I'll call you, and you can tell me what happened in class. Even if nothing serious happened, you can still tell me about what Xiao Fei did, how she performed in class, or even if she didn't," Zhao Gushen said earnestly.
Zhao Guoxian: "..."
He had so many choice words he wanted to share with Zhao Gushen.
Ye Fei listened to the little one animatedly recount everything.
Instead of finding Zhao Gushen annoying, she felt an indescribable warmth within.
No one has ever cared for her like Zhao Gushen.
Constantly thinking of her.
The feeling of being constantly cared for was truly wonderful, grounding her and giving her a sense of belonging.
