It wasn't easy, but Qin Xiangnuan finally came inside. Conghua's eyes lit up, and it ran over, barking joyfully.
One person and one dog circled around Qin Xiangnuan, as if he were some big bone they had found.
"Did Linlin feed Conghua?" Qin Xiangnuan put down what she was holding, patted Conghua's head, and Conghua's tail wagged with vigor, but its big eyes were filled with a sense of grievance.
"No," Jian Zhiqin pinched the edge of his clothes, "Sister, when are we going to school?"
"No rush," Qin Xiangnuan checked the watch on her wrist, "It's only half past seven, the program won't start until around ten, and your turn to perform should be around eleven."