Upon hearing this, Li Lanying had a moment of clarity. She thought it might work; at least it stopped the spreading fire.
"Alright, I'll give it a try."
....
The next day.
On the way to the international airport, Jiang Nian marveled at the success of Li Lanying's maneuver.
He was "sent away," partly due to Li Qingrong's approval.
After all, Li Lanying was back.
It's inconvenient.
"When will you come?" Li Qingrong sat in the backseat, holding Jiang Nian's hand, "August?"
"That depends on your sister," Jiang Nian said, "If she doesn't let me come, there's nothing I can do."
Li Qingrong understood and nodded.
"Mm."
"Guess I'll only see you when school starts." Li Qingrong's face showed little expression, appearing cool.
The driver in front shook his head.
Poor thing.
Another tragic story of love hindered—the parents are tough enough, but the sister just has to interfere?
Upon hearing "see you when school starts," Jiang Nian's eyelid twitched involuntarily.
"Alright."
