Xia Ling suddenly perked up: "Xingyu, the roses at your house are absolutely beautiful, even Ziheng said so! Can I come over to your place often in the future?"
Su Xingyu felt a headache approaching; if this talkative girl visited often, the household might never have peace.
However, faced with her expectant gaze, Su Xingyu inexplicably nodded: "Sure, but don't climb the walls again, be careful not to fall."
The girl cheered: "I won't fall." Completely forgetting who had recently fallen flat on her face.
She affectionately held Su Xingyu's hand: "Xingyu, you're so nice, recently Ziheng's been busy with work and doesn't play with me, I'm dying of boredom alone! By the way, what do you do, how come you stay at home every day? Are you like those socialites or ladies who don't work?"
That question hit Su Xingyu's struggle right on the mark.
