Ronan looked up in astonishment and met his aunt's eyes. This formidable woman, a department head at a multinational corporation, was frowning.
"Are you planning to wear your school uniform to the dinner?"
"Ah, no, I'm going to wash my face." Ronan knew he had passed the test and hurried into his room. On the way, he took a moment to glance into the study. The large black suitcase on the desk was conspicuous, but it did not appear to have moved, which made him breathe another sigh of relief.
Ronan quickly emerged in a set of casual clothes. Luo Shuqing was actually somewhat dissatisfied with his outfit. He was going to a party, yet he was carrying that old-fashioned notebook as though he intended to take meeting minutes. What was that supposed to mean?
In the end, she did not point it out. She merely said, "Let's go," then headed out first. Clearly, she intended to drive Ronan to the dinner venue.
Ronan was already accustomed to his aunt's forceful style, so he obediently played the good kid.
The twenty-minute drive to the dinner venue was destined to be a struggle. Ronan's less-than-a-month-long and utterly unremarkable high school life was practically interrogated from beginning to end, with particular focus on his relationships with his classmates. Ronan, whose experience in that area was almost completely blank, found himself thoroughly embarrassed.
By the time they finally reached Shuiyi Bluestone Hotel, Luo Shuqing acted like the most dutiful driver imaginable, pulling the flying car right up to the entrance and signaling for Ronan to get out. At the same time, her sharp eyes swept across the hotel lobby.
Ronan understood what his aunt was thinking, but there was nothing he could do. He could only pray silently a few times before opening