Tang Yanqi smiled and looked Su Weiyi up and down: "Xiao Yi, why have you gotten thinner again?"
"No, maybe I've just gotten taller?"
Su Weiyi's smile was sweet, like the most beautiful lotus blooming in the pond.
Sheng Yanxiao's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds, and his originally expressionless mouth gradually curled into a smile.
Tang Yanqi lovingly patted Su Weiyi's hair: "Is high school study too tiring? Don't push yourself, just do your best."
Su Weiyi smiled and nodded. A lazy voice interjected from the side: "Mrs. Sheng, have you forgotten there's still a living person standing here?"
As soon as he spoke, two pairs of eyes turned to look at him. The smile on Su Weiyi's face gradually faded, and Tang Yanqi gave her son a reproachful look but ignored him, pulling Su Weiyi into the private room.
After the two turned around, the little smile Young Master Sheng had been wearing vanished.
