Ansheng walked back home feeling utterly bored, swinging the handbag Miaomiao had given him back and forth by his side. He kept his eyes fixed on the handbag in silence.
It seemed that every single time, Miaomiao would be right there on his right side, blinking those pretty eyes of hers and walking obediently while carrying her handbag.
Her strides were always so short—Ansheng had noticed this a long time ago, so he had learned to deliberately slow down his own pace so she wouldn't fall behind.
Chapter 151