Qin Luo, although habitually bickering with his sister, didn’t actually dislike her.

The truth was, ever since their relationship dynamics changed, he hadn’t figured out the right way to interact with Jiang Zhitao, which is why things felt awkward between them.

Moments like his sister driving him to school were rare, so naturally, Qin Luo wouldn’t refuse.

He eagerly followed behind her, just like in the old days when he used to be the little tagalong.

Back then, he would follow her around, snot-nosed, asking for candy, but now he had grown up. Now, as he followed behind her, he …