Luo Xinyue attended the Xue Jianian's room tour with great joy. The bedroom boasted four quilts, a radio, a sewing machine—three rounds with a ding and they were set.
Seeing her envious look, Lu Jingqiu teased her, "If you want one, just hurry up and get married. Let your Shang Ze buy them for you."
"Don't provoke me. I could really go through with getting married."
Xue Jianian found Luo Xinyue quite amusing and very much to her liking; she was glad to have made her acquaintance.
"Niannian, where are we going tomorrow?"
"We're going to my godparents' place. Speaking of which, it's quite a coincidence, my godfather is a teacher at your school. I don't know if you know him—his last name is Shi."
"Ah."
"It can't be the Professor Shi we're thinking of, can it?"
"My godfather is named Shi Weili, and my godmother is Shen Qiushui."
"Pfft, cough cough..."