After hearing Zhang Xiao's idea, Li Qingshu said approvingly:
"That's a good idea, Xiaoxiao. We won't make a show of our kindness; we'll lend a hand from the shadows. Let's do that. It hardly even counts as lifting a finger."
"All right, it's settled. I'll take care of it." Zhang Chengdao agreed without hesitation and headed straight toward the bookshop.
On the way, he took something out and said a few words. Soon, the bookshop's side door opened, and someone welcomed him inside.
Zhang Xiao and Li Qingshu waited in a quiet spot for a while, but Hermione arrived before he returned.
The young witch cheered the moment she saw him, ran over, and gave him a big hug.
Zhang Xiao reached out and ruffled her fluffy hair as though he were petting a kitten.
Hmm... I wonder what brand of shampoo she uses. It smells pretty nice.
Behind her, a neatly dressed, middle-aged British couple watched him with slightly surprised smiles.
They must have been Hermione's parents. The way her mother was sizing him up was especially odd-that approving look...
Whoa... don't get the wrong idea. I really don't have any designs on your daughter. Honestly, I like older girls!
Zhang Xiao hurriedly patted Hermione. She had probably been bored out of her mind spending the summer alone, unable to use magic or talk to anyone about Wizards.
Only then did Hermione realize what she was doing. Blushing, she let go of him and hurriedly introduced him:
"Mum, Dad, this is my classmate at Hogwarts, and he's also a good friend!"
Zhang Xiao and Li Qingshu greeted them together, but before either could speak, Mrs. Granger said with a smile:
"Hermione, is this the Zhang you've been talking about all summer, the one who tied with you for first