Bai Zhi'er tumbled out of the carriage.
"Sixth Brother, let's hurry up, today is my teacher's lecture!"
Bai Xingye saw her get off and quickly grabbed his book basket.
Perhaps because he had been in the same position for too long, once he stood up, his legs felt weak.
Bai Xingye hurriedly supported himself against the side of the carriage.
He furrowed his brows and rested for a while.
Bai Zhi'er had already run to the entrance, her small feet stopped, and she looked back.
"Sixth Brother, come on!" She waved her little hand.
The little one glanced at Bai Xingye's posture, her big eyes filled with concern.
"Are you feeling unwell, Brother?"
Bai Xingye rested his hands on his knees, caught his breath, lifted his chin, and laughed softly.
"As the Princely Heir, I was merely examining what makes this Mingyang Academy so special."
After speaking, he nonchalantly walked over.
