Qiao Yu got out of the car, stood in front of the two children, and noticed that Su Yimo's eyes were brightly fixed on him. He couldn't help but smile, crouched down in front of her, and asked:
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you're good-looking." Su Yimo's voice was clear, a supreme affirmation of Qiao Yu's appearance.
Wen Shaoyuan pursed his lips, somewhat reluctant to speak, as he had never considered a situation where 'the teacher fails before the student excels,' but seeing Su Yimo's condition, he had to sigh and say:
"Uncle Qiao."
Qiao Yu smiled slightly:
"Shaoyuan, where are you taking such a cute little sister?"
"To find…"