"Don't you need to go back to school to prepare lessons?" Yi Roujing smiled and found a topic, "Isn't there a class in the afternoon?"
"I'll take you around." Ding Ancheng looked at Yi Roujing and said, directly ignoring her question.
Yi Roujing pursed her lips, really not cute.
"Let's call home first." On the way to the first floor, Yi Roujing looked at the room they just registered.
"Anmin and I already called earlier." Ding Ancheng replied.
Window shopping in the seventies was quite different from later times, but similar to her previous life, Yi Roujing always attracted a lot of attention on the street.
Yi Roujing could quickly accept her current identity because she looked the same as her original self, but Yi Roujing wasn't surprised. After all, encountering the same appearance in a transported book was not that surprising.
