Desk mate, your persona has crumbled.

Not long after Song Jianghuai arrived home, he saw his wife, Yang Muyun, push open the door and enter, looking to be in a good mood.

"Old Song, guess what happened today?"

Yang Muyun spoke impatiently as she changed her shoes.

Song Jianghuai poured her a glass of water and handed it to her, looking at her with some confusion: "What's wrong? You seem quite happy. Did something good happen at work?"

Yang Muyun took the water glass but didn't drink it right away: "It's not exactly a good thing, but it's definitely a coincidence! I saw Xu Mo's mother at work today!"

"Xu Mo's mother?"

Song Jianghuai didn't react for a moment: "Which Xu Mo's mother?"

"Which other could it be?"

Yang Muyun glanced at him: "It's Yan Yan's friend, Xu Mo, his mother!"

Song Jianghuai's face instantly filled with surprise: "Who? Xu Mo's mother? At your workplace? Are you sure?"

The image of that brat who had taken his daughter to his home, and his mother, immediately flashed into his mind...

Is the world really that small?

"Absolutely true!"

Yang Muyun nodded vigorously, her face beaming with barely suppressed joy: "I bumped into her in the cafeteria! Her name is Fang Yi, she works in the next department. Although we don't see each other often, she's definitely a colleague of ours!"

Song Jianghuai was processing this information, his brows furrowing slightly:

"Did she say that herself?"

"yes!"

Yang Muyun confirmed, "He said he saw Xu Mo bring a female classmate home to do homework on Friday, and when he asked, he found out it was my daughter!"

Song Jianghuai remained silent.

He always thought that Xu Mo's family just happened to live in the same neighborhood, but he never expected that the parents of both families would work in the same company!

This coincidence is too much...

"And there's more!"

Yang Muyun continued sharing:

"Actually, Yan Yan and Xu Mo have been in the same school since elementary school! From elementary to high school, they studied together! Isn't that a coincidence? We didn't even know!"

Song Jianghuai rubbed his temples, feeling a bit like it was a magic dream: "...It really is too much of a coincidence."

"Absolutely!" Yang Muyun laughed even harder. "What a small world! Old Song, don't you think this is fate?"

Song Jianghuai smiled helplessly.

Is it fate?

Yang Muyun put down her water glass, her eyes filled with emotion: "Old Song, don't you think it would have been better if Yan Yan and Xu Mo had known each other earlier?"

"Look, we've only known each other for a week, and Yan Yan is already doing her homework at his house. If they had grown up together, maybe Yan Yan wouldn't be so socially awkward at all..."

Upon hearing this, Song Jianghuai frowned and immediately retorted:

"It's only been a week, what would happen if they'd known each other since they were little? Who knows where their minds would wander off to!"

Seeing her husband's alarmed expression, Yang Muyun couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing her husband's alarmed expression, Yang Muyun couldn't help but shake her head with a smile: "You're just too worried about Yan Yan."

She sighed softly, her fingertips tracing the rim of her glass: "Children always have to grow up. We're here to protect them now, but what about later? What about when they go to university? What if they still have social anxiety? How will they manage on their own? And what about after they leave campus and enter the workforce?"

Song Jianghuai was silent for a moment, then turned to look at his wife: "So...do you have something on your mind about what you just said?"

Yang Muyun looked at Song Jianghuai:

"Do you think Xu Mo might be able to cure Yan Yan's social anxiety?"

Standing at the gate of the No. 1 Middle School, his wife's words echoed in Song Jianghuai's mind.

Can Xu Mo cure his daughter's social anxiety?

The answer is uncertain.

But neither he nor his wife, nor even Song Shuyan's brother, could cure her social anxiety.

Song Jianghuai's gaze passed through the school gate and landed on the teaching building.

Before I could think about it further, the school bell rang, signaling the end of the school term.

"Ring ring—!!!"

Parents waiting at the school gate craned their necks to look at the school.

The cheers quickly shattered the silence of the campus.

Soon after, figures began running toward the school gate.

"Wuhu!! School's out!!"

"I will lead the charge!"

The boys scrambled to be the first to rush out of the school gate.

All the sounds were filled with the spirit of youth.

Song Jianghuai did not pay much attention to the first wave of people.

He knew perfectly well that even though his daughter was coming out earlier than usual, she couldn't possibly come out at this time.

After the first group of students left the classroom, the rest of the students arrived at the school gate in twos and threes.

Song Jianghuai looked at the school gate, and his gaze quickly fell on two figures.

The arrival of a child is like seeing a clear picture in a blurry landscape for parents.

The moment Song Jianghuai saw Song Shuyan, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

It might be better if that person beside me weren't there.

Under Song Jianghuai's gaze, the young man casually waved to his daughter beside him, a relaxed smile on his face.

Although Song Shuyan did not speak, Song Jianghuai saw his daughter nod.

The boy immediately turned around, his movements swift and decisive, and jogged towards the school gate with his schoolbag on his back.

The boy's figure stood out as exceptionally agile in the crowd of students leaving school, weaving nimbly into the throng.

Soon, he ran towards the direction of the residential area and quickly disappeared from Song Jianghuai's sight.

Only when Xu Mo's figure could no longer be seen did Song Shuyan slowly withdraw her gaze.

She turned in the direction her father was standing and quietly walked over.

"Dad," Song Shuyan called softly.

As always, Song Jianghuai wore a gentle smile.

He naturally reached out and took his daughter's schoolbag, his movements practiced and full of care.

"Yes, Yan Yan."

He smiled and replied, "Let's go home."

"Mm." Song Shuyan nodded gently and followed her father to the parking area.

The car quietly merged into the traffic and drove smoothly towards home.

Song Jianghuai gripped the steering wheel, his gaze falling on his daughter's serene profile through the rearview mirror.

"Yan Yan, how have you been feeling about spending time with Xu Mo these past few days?"

Song Shuyan turned his gaze away from the window.

"It's very easy."

These three words clearly reached Song Jianghuai's ears, causing him to tremble slightly.

"Relaxed?"

Song Jianghuai repeated, "So, how do you feel around him?"

Song Shuyan nodded.

"I feel much better in front of Xu Mo; I'm not afraid. But it's the same with other people."

Song Jianghuai tightened his grip on the steering wheel, then slowly loosened it.

"That's good... By the way, what was it like going home with Xu Mo on Friday?"

Song Shuyan's thoughts were immediately drawn back to that day.

"It's very interesting. It feels different to go home with my dad and brother."

"Yeah?"

"Um!"

Song Shuyan nodded affirmatively: "He told me a lot of things. I didn't know any of these before."

"Is that so?"

When the traffic light turned red, Song Jianghuai stopped the car.

"Yan Yan, do you think it would be helpful for you to go to and from school with Xu Mo?"