"But... the grandfather's birthday banquet, you as his son, if you don't attend... "
"When they ask, just tell them I'm sick."
"..." What a half-hearted excuse.
"Still not leaving? What? You worried I might bully this little girl?"
Yin Meng quickly shook her head like a rattle, "No, no, I just didn't expect you, Uncle... Hehe, alright, I'm off! If anything comes up, call me!"
"Shh... keep it down."
Yin Meng covered her mouth, grabbed her bag, and backed out, closing the door along the way.
The dormitory wasn't very big, and with a man over six feet tall inside, it instantly felt cramped.
He glanced at Su Xiaomeng, then began to examine the dormitory. Two little girls lived here, and it was much cleaner and tidier than he imagined.
On either side of the door were two desks, each connected to a storage cabinet, showcasing completely different styles.
