Ying Jing tied her hair into a ponytail, looking just like she did in her school uniform.
Perhaps she had even forgotten it herself.
That was not an era that belonged to her anymore.
But for Wen Fucheng, what wouldn't she do?
Of course, her husband's requests come first.
When Xie Weisi found out, he was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. He talked and talked until his mouth was dry, trying to reason with her, but it couldn't compare to a single sentence from Wen Fucheng.
So annoying!
"Ying Jing."
"Oh~ don't talk first, listen to Uncle."
Xie Weisi: Thank you very much indeed.
Wen Fucheng just made a suggestion, and since he had very few opportunities to see Ying Jing act in a campus drama before, he never experienced her school days. He would imagine countless times how she looked back then, with a hint of innocence, youthful, and full of vitality.
She would also eat little snacks she liked and walk arm-in-arm with friends along the school path.
