He didn't want Qiao Xi to rush over to Yanbei University and twist his ear in public. The old mothers of Huaxia always loved doing that, relying on blood ties to suppress, never giving their children a shred of saving face.
Turning his head to look at Xia Keke next to him, the girl was bowing her head, her face red, secretly laughing. This gave Qiao Yu a taste of what it felt like to be impotently furious.
"Forget it, let's go to Huaqing instead! Maybe my mom hasn't seen Keke in a long time. She probably went to the market specifically to buy something tasty and plans to cook a meal herself."
Qiao Yu mumbled gloomily.
"Hmm... Miss Qiao booked a private room under your name at Class A Restaurant today; it seems like it's to welcome Miss Xia," Zheng Xiweng mentioned again unnecessarily.
It wasn't that Zheng Xiweng had a loose tongue.
If anyone saw a young guy looking perfect every day, they'd probably want to see what he looks like when he fails.
