His teacher looked like an aloof old man, but he always treated them like children.
Xia Xianning smiled and held it in his hand. As he took the chocolate and was about to say “Thank you, teacher,” Luo Yingbai came over from behind.
He dragged a suitcase and rushed over, saw the chocolate in Xia Xianning’s hand, and shouted, “Dad, am I really your biological son? I haven’t seen you for a year, and when I come home, I’m kicked to carry luggage, and then you secretly give chocolate to your disciple? How can you do this!”
Luo Zhan took out the key and opened the door, humming, “You’re the only one who could be my biological son. Otherwise, would I have brought someone like you into my home? Xianning, come in!”
Luo Yingbai suddenly grabbed Xia Xianning’s arm and pulled him close, then took a bite of the chocolate: “Hmph, if you won’t give it to me, it’ll end up in my mouth anyway!”
Luo Zhan wanted to kick him but just glared at Luo Yingbai and entered the house first.
Xia Xianning was both angry and amused, shook off Luo Yingbai’s hand, and stuffed the other half of the chocolate to him, whispering, “It was meant for you all along. You insisted on competing with the teacher, so take it all and go!”
Luo Yingbai smiled and handed the half chocolate back to Xia Xianning’s mouth: “Half each.”
