Gong Ruini couldn't care less about what was going on in Zhao Guangran's tangled mind right then; she was too busy excitedly signaling to Zhao Xuran to take more photos.
"This is where Xu Zhimo used to sit and read, you know." Even though Gong Ruini didn't exactly like the guy, she still had to admit his talent was something else.
Plus, this is Cambridge, one badass university, a school with a seriously long history.
Don't listen to people in the United States always bragging about how great their universities are—if you really talk history, in front of Cambridge and Oxford University, they're just… not much to look at.
"Just the historical depth alone is beyond words." Looking at all these buildings soaked in history, Gong Ruini was honestly overwhelmed.
Even Pingping had his mouth hanging wide open, constantly going "oh" and "ah."
"How old is your son, he even understands this?"
