"..."
Upon hearing this, Dan Tingye's body stiffened. He looked at her fixedly, his thin lips tightly pressed together, without speaking.
He was well aware whether her book was lost or not. He just hadn't expected that because of him, she had been bullied, yet she didn't plan to tell him. Instead, she casually borrowed notes from him again.
She no longer depended on him like she did as a child. He should be happy about that, but there was an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.
"Tingye, I promise I won't be so careless next time, I..."
"I got it." Dan Tingye's eyes flickered slightly. He lowered his gaze and leaned back against the car seat, closing his eyes to rest.
He didn't dare to look at her, afraid that when he saw her gaze, there would be no more attachment...
"Screech—"
The car came to a steady stop.
Yao respectfully turned his head and reminded, "Young Master, we've arrived."
