Lu Youheng reluctantly took his diary out of his backpack.
What was only a few steps to where his father stood, he somehow took ages to cover the distance.
Lu Lingxiao ran out of patience and stood up to leave the study, prompting Lu Youheng to hurriedly approach, though it was he who was handing over the diary.
But as Lu Lingxiao's hand touched the diary, the little guy's grip was stubbornly tight, unwilling to let go.
Before handing it over to his father, he needed to confirm one more time, "You won't go back on your word, right? You'll bring Teacher Ye over, right?"
Lu Lingxiao snorted from his nose, forcefully took the diary from his little hand, and flipped it open.
Lu Youheng stood beside him, so nervous that he dared not even breathe too loudly.
As Lu Lingxiao flipped to the most recent entry, his expression turned ugly in an instant.
