Jiang Mianmian: "Ahem, Zhaodi, what Brother Yu means is that we shouldn't talk while eating."
Before school started, Zhaodi acted as if she were very smart and talented, and Mianmian even thought that her cultural level must have been very high in her last life. Turns out she isn't even as good as Mianmian was when she was a poor student.
"Oh." Zhaodi immediately shut her mouth sheepishly, but didn't feel like Yu Cheng was intentionally making things difficult for her.
She knew that rich families had many rules, which is why the children they raised were so well-mannered and refined.
After they had eaten for a while, Jiang Mianmian had forgotten about the matter and asked aloud, "Brother Yu, have you started school?"
"Yes, I've started. I'm here on leave," Yu Cheng replied indifferently.
"Oh."
Jiang Mianmian nodded and didn't spout any nonsense about how students should study hard, nor did she ask him what he was here for.
