Inside the small auditorium, both parties took their seats.
Yang Chunxi crossed her arms, watching Rong Taotao and Gao Lingwei on the monitor. Both were wearing thin, pure-white cashmere sweaters, looking clean, fresh, and very photogenic.
'Taotao... really does look good in white.'
The more Yang Chunxi watched, the more delighted she became. Although she was nominally his sister-in-law, she was also his teacher and managed every aspect of his studies and daily life. As a result, she saw Rong Taotao less as a brother-in-law and more like her own child.
On screen, Gao Lingwei clipped the miniature microphone onto Rong Taotao and casually tidied up his soft, naturally curly hair. Her every move exuded a serene elegance, a stark contrast to the sharp-edged, imposing figure she cut on the battlefield.
Seeing such an affectionate scene, Yang Chunxi felt even more satisfied.
