Rong Si looked down at her and firmly answered, "I will spend the New Year's here."
"That's great! You and Auntie Song can stay at my house. We have a few spare rooms!"
Rong Si looked at the European-style three-story bungalow behind Su Jiu. This was her home now. The difference between the house he lived in in the small southern city and this was like that between day and night.
He suddenly felt inferior to her. He felt she was like a high and mighty princess while he was just a poor and ordinary person below her.
It was already an honor that she was willing to look at him. And here she was, standing in front of him and even smiling at him.
At this moment, Su Jiu's eyes were filled with anticipation as if she really wanted him to stay at her house. Although Rong Si wanted that as well, he was doubtful that he would be welcome here.
Even if Su Jiu wanted this, her father would not agree.