"Then I'm going to bed."
Xiao Xiaoang was secretly delighted. He said "good night" to Su Xiaomeng, then hung up.
Xiao Meng took a shallow breath; her earlier sleepiness suddenly vanished. She was holding her phone, and she couldn't tell if it had heated up from such a long call, or if her palm had inexplicably tightened and turned hot.
She got up and cracked the window open a little, then sat back down in the rocking chair, toes touching the ground, gently swaying…
She thought, that kid probably likes her. Even though he always looks cold and distant, not really willing to talk to her much.
Kids all seem to be like that—trying to act like adults, yet unable to hide the nature they're born with as children.
For the school's parent–child activity, neither Xiao Yan nor Pu Yang had time to go. That left Su Xiaomeng feeling a bit wistful, but on second thought, being a surgeon is different from other professions in some ways.
