Ling Jichen drove to the library a few minutes later.

with a smile on his face, he kept imagining in his mind whether the little fool would be happy, excited or tearful when he saw him. Would he jump into his arms with a head of joy and sprinkle his Jiao on him? Then he would give her a shudder and she would hold her head and scream.

as soon as he thought of her small face, he felt sweet. Now he thinks about her more and more. If he doesn't see her for a day, he doesn't see her for a few days, and there's no contact. It's like...