Faced with Qiaoqiao's sincere and naive gaze, even Lun Chuan felt pressured when he lied. He could only touch his nose:
"When Qiaoqiao is not home, naturally, the sister has to stay home and look after things—didn't I just call you?"
Qiaoqiao's gaze slightly dimmed.
"Oh." He lowered his head.
The empty backpack hung behind the boy's yet-to-broaden shoulders, making him look even more like a small dog wandering in the rain.
Lun Chuan couldn't help but pat his head: "Get in the car, your sister thinks about you every day and specifically asked me to check your working environment carefully today."
"We can't let our Qiaoqiao suffer any grievances."
Qiaoqiao instantly perked up!
"We'll go now, do you know the way, Brother Lu Chuan? I'll guide you."
Of course, Lun Chuan knew the house was just a five to ten-minute walk through the shortcut, that Yang's house wouldn't have failed in this preparation.
