Tang Yanqi pursed her lips, reached out, and grasped Sheng Jianan's wrist, only to be held back tightly. The man's gaze remained on the bright lights of the old house behind them, but his grip on her hand was exceedingly firm.
"Let's stay here."
Sheng Jianan turned to look at her, and Tang Yanqi smiled, "I don't have to go to school now, so it's hard on Mr. Sheng, who will have to drive me to and from work every day."
After speaking, her bright eyes revealed a playful smile. Sheng Jianan, amused by her, shook his head with a smile and led her back to the car.
Returning to the Lake Bay Villa, after parking the car in the garage, Sheng Jianan finally spoke, "Staying at the old house feels like waiting for the days to pass."
Tang Yanqi was slightly stunned. What did he mean?
Waiting for the days? Waiting for the day when Mr. Sheng is truly no longer with them?
That must be what he meant.
