Sheng Tang had calmed Jiang Baocu down, feeling a heavy burden lifted from her heart.
On Sunday, she went to see Gu Shiting again.
Running back and forth between the two, it was really exhausting.
Gu Shiting wasn't in the study doing homework, but was sitting in the living room pretending to read a book, glancing at the front door now and then.
His sister and Song Chen were also there, occupying the two ends of the sofa, talking about trivial matters.
When Sheng Tang arrived, Gu Shiting's eyes immediately lit up, and he quickly stood up to greet her at the door.
Gu Shiyan: "His reaction is very familiar."
Song Chen: "Familiar in what way?"
"My aunt's dog's reaction is exactly the same every time she comes home," Gu Shiyan said. "Really, the eyes and actions are identical."
Song Chen: "..."
In Gu Shiyan's mind, Gu Shiting was like a little dog raised by Sheng Tang, both clingy and capable of acting cute.
