Zhao Rong laughed happily and sighed, completely relieved.
He quickly picked up the teapot, brewed a new pot of fragrant hot tea, and ran out of the kitchen with the tea tray...
Just as Zhao Rong was earnestly carrying the tea tray back to the main room.
Inside the room, Zhao Lingfei, Su Xiaoxiao, and little Qian'er were sitting around the table chatting.
"...So, this little book box was also bought by him?" Little Qian'er asked curiously, reaching out to touch the book box still strapped to Su Xiaoxiao's back.
"Yes, that was when we first met, he had a book box too, and we carried our book boxes together through Zhongnan Country, through Great Wei, across thousands of mountains and rivers, until we reached Du You City..." Su Xiaoxiao spoke softly, but her eyes lit up, "This little book box holds all of Xiaoxiao's belongings, carrying it and holding onto Zhao Lang's hem... That was Xiaoxiao's happiest time, hmm..."
