"Why thank me? I really like the baby." She had watched him grow up, so naturally she liked him.
"It's still early, let's go check out the school where I teach." Fan Rou said excitedly.
"Sure." Ye Ranran, who was originally heading towards the car, changed direction.
The school was large, and being an arts college, there were often students walking by with art boards and in performance costumes.
The campus was full of camphor trees, and Ye Ranran walked shoulder to shoulder with Fan Rou.
Seeing those youthful faces radiating smiles, Ye Ranran felt as if she had already aged.
"Rourou, I feel like I'm really old." Ye Ranran said, touching her own face.
Fan Rou rolled her eyes: "You think you're still young?"
"At least I have a husband and a child, yours is still a ways off." Ye Ranran chuckled.
Fan Rou wrapped her arms around her neck, attempting a playful chokehold: "Are you trying to poke at my sore spot again?"
"Teacher Fan?" A probing voice called out from ahead.
