After dinner, the two tidied up together, washed dishes together, got some fruit to the living room, and snuggled on the sofa to eat together.
"What do you want to tell me?" Tang Fei asked again.
From the dining table to the sofa.
Ye Chenxi put down the bunch of grapes in his hand, stretched his long arm over naturally and placed it on her shoulder, paused, and said in a deep voice: "I had a mentor, my mentor had a daughter, my mentor passed away and asked me to take care of his daughter, she is about the same age as us."
At this point, Ye Chenxi carefully observed Tang Fei's reaction.
Tang Fei stared at him, thinking he was joking, she laughed and asked, "When did you have a mentor? In this day and age, are there still such titles as mentor?"
Ye Chenxi's eye twitched, staring at Tang Fei with a not-so-believing expression, he felt a bit of a headache.
