"Alright." Song Yanqing respectfully responded.
"Don't delay any longer, hurry along." Despite his inner unease, Song Yuanzhong maintained the typical stern father facade, showing little concern on the surface.
"Brother Yanqing, I'll wait for you at home," Xie Ruilin said softly.
"Mm." Song Yanqing smiled tenderly at Xie Ruilin.
Xie Ruilin's face was filled with sweetness.
After bidding farewell to his family members one by one,
he turned and glanced at Xie Ruotong in that moment.
Xie Ruotong had also come to see him off.
But she didn't initiate any conversation.
She simply stood there, her presence purely for the sake of sending him off.
Feeling Song Yanqing's gaze, Xie Ruotong's eyes moved slightly as she said with dignity and grace, "Wishing my lord smooth success and topping the list."
Song Yanqing replied with a sound.
In that moment, he could sense Xie Ruotong's perfunctoriness towards him.
In this past month, he had indeed seen very little of Xie Ruotong.
