Yang Zimei hurriedly let go of Long Zhutian's hand, turned around with a smile and called: "Dad"
Yang Qing looked at her, then at Xia Mo and Long Zhutian, "Who are they?"
"Hello, Uncle Yang, I am Xia Mo, Zimei's classmate."
Xia Mo hurriedly stepped forward and said sweetly, "And he is my cousin!"[
"Hello, classmate Xia Mo!"
Yang Qing, who was used to being a class teacher, unconsciously acted like a class teacher when facing students the same age as her daughter.
Yang Zimei winked at Long Zhutian, indicating that he also had something to say.
"Hello, I am Long Zhutian!"
After all, the other party was Yang Zimei's father, and Long Zhutian's expression and tone were very respectful.
"Hello, hello! I am Yang Qing, Yang Zimei's father."
Yang Qing looked at Long Zhutian, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He never thought that his fifteen-year-old daughter would fall in love with a man ten years older than her, so he didn't think much about it.
"Dad, why are you here?"
In order to avoid embarrassment, Yang Zimei deliberately changed the topic.
"Well, it's express delivery. Someone ordered a cake in front of me. I'll deliver it." Yang Qing raised the cake in his hand and said.
"Dad, give me your address and I will deliver it for you!"
Yang Zimei reached out and took the cake from Yang Qing's hand, "You can go back and help mom."
"Are you free?" Yang Qing asked.
"available."
"Okay, here's the address." Yang Qing handed her a piece of paper, gave her a few words, and then left.
Looking at his father's retreating back, Yang Zimeifang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ha ha"
Seeing her nervous look, Xia Mo laughed, "I thought you were fearless, but it turns out you are also afraid of your dad."[
"That's natural."
Only love can lead to fear.
She loves her father and doesn't want him to be sad because of her, so she is afraid.
She raised her head and looked at Long Zhutian guiltily and said, "I'm still too young to directly introduce your identity, so don't you mind."
"I understand."
Long Zhutian reached out and rubbed her hair, "Let's go deliver the cake together."
"OK."
Yang Zimei responded happily and looked at Xia Mo, "Xia Mo, what about you?"
"Me"
Xia Mo blinked and thought for a while, "I wanted to blackmail you into treating me to dinner, but I'd better not interrupt your world by making a light bulb. I'll go home to review, and you guys will slowly deliver the cake."
"Okay, see you at school tomorrow!"
"Sister Mei, you must go back to school to take the exam tomorrow." Xia Mo warned.
"must."
Yang Zimei agreed.
Xia Mo waved and left.
Yang Zimei didn't dare to walk with Long Zhutian clasped together anymore. After all, City A was really not that big as Xia Mo said.
The two found the address of the cake owner based on the address.
As soon as she got closer, something like an incense burner was thrown out from inside for some unknown reason and landed at her feet.
"Really, how can you throw things away like this?"
Yang Zimei muttered, and stretched out his foot to kick the incense burner to the garbage pile aside, but suddenly found that the incense burner was actually covered with a faint golden aura.
Good magic weapon?
She bent down and picked it up from the ground as if she had found a treasure.[
"Why are you picking up this garbage?" Long Zhutian was confused.
"Hey, good stuff is coming."
Yang Zimei blew the dust on the incense burner, took out a paper towel and wiped it a few times, and found that it was actually made of brass. From the material and atmosphere, he could roughly recommend that it was brass from the Western Han Dynasty.
