Chapter 8 — The third person is my biological sister

I took it, took a sip. "You said the same thing last time." His face was expressionless. "That was the last time." We walked along the lakeshore toward the parking lot. When passing by the notice board, the new campus network etiquette is posted there. Coming to the car, he suddenly said: "In the future, when I fall in love, I will take a photo of the other person's household registration book on the first day." I said: "Don't, I don't want to become a document to judge other people's love." He thought for a moment. "Then I'll let the other person memorize our family tree first." I almost choked on the soup. The phone vibrates. It was a message sent by Hua Thanh Le. "Senior, I refused to give up my research position. He said I've changed. You're right, I've become smarter." I replied: "Good job." Quy Van Chau stopped by to look. "Are you really an instructor now?" I turned the phone upside down and put it in my pocket. "No, I'm just an unlucky graduate student who was forced to finish studying cyber violence." He opened the car door for me. me. "So unlucky student, what should I eat tomorrow morning?" I sat down and thought for a moment. "Crab dumplings, unsweetened soy milk." His hand closing the door stopped. "Buy it yourself." "My younger brother." He said helplessly: "...What time?"