Jiang Mianmian spoke, even adding a bit of saliva to act as tears, imitating the look of a pitiful little cabbage.
Su Wanyu really wanted to say "how could you," but considering Yu Cheng and his nephew were present, she did not say it out loud, "Oh my, you're such a big kid, not even embarrassed, still playing with saliva. Off you go, off you go. Isn't it enough that I'm going to study now?"
She pretended to be disgusted as she pushed Jiang Mianmian to one side, resignedly took out her German textbook, and continued studying.
Jiang Mianmian didn't care whether her mom was disgusted or not, as long as she had achieved her goal.
Fang Zhiyuan watched the mother and daughter outwit each other, feeling it was very heartwarming.
He folded the sheet of paper he had just finished writing on, took out a new one, dipped his brush in ink, and resumed practicing his calligraphy.
Su Wanyu held the German textbook, quietly reciting the vocabulary inside.
