Jingyun silently bowed with him.
Su Zhuoqian walked over and stood beside Qiao Weiyang.
He reached out to hold her hand and looked at Old Master Qiao's tombstone sincerely.
At this moment, the sky cleared.
The sun shone through the clouds, casting a thin layer of light on the ground. It also brought a trace of warmth to the humid air.
After sending the two munchkins back to school, Su Zhuoqian said, "Ask Qiao Dongliang out for a chat."
"Huh? Why?"
"Today, he told me that I'm very suitable for you and match your temperament."
Qiao Weiyang laughed when she heard that. "He has sharp eyes. Indeed, I should've introduced him to you long ago, but he had a lot of things to do before, so I didn't say anything about it."
"I'm worried that he'll think that many high-quality men in the world match your temperament."
Su Zhuoqian's voice carried a trace of gloom.