"Senior, goodbye!" Muxia stretched out her little hand and waved at his retreating figure.
She watched him walking away, and as she did, Muxia felt like something was amiss.
"Did the senior forget to take something?" Muxia murmured to herself.
No sooner had these words fallen than the restaurant's waiter rushed over, holding a backpack: "Miss, miss, your classmate left his backpack in the store."
Seeing the backpack, Muxia finally realized, "Ah! He really did forget something."
Jiang Qingchen, with his arms folded, couldn't help but scoff with a cold laugh, "That guy's already so old, and he's still so forgetful!"
"Don't say that about him, the senior didn't do it on purpose, and everyone has moments when they lose things," Muxia wouldn't allow him to badmouth the person she liked and immediately retorted.
Puffing up her cheeks, she looked like a small, offended squirrel that refused to give up.
Jiang Qingchen was infuriated.
This girl only knew how to defend that liar!
