Yang Tao was already washing her hands at the faucet. Hearing this, she flicked her hands dry while turning to look at her. Seeing Ruan Jiaojiao's confused face, her cheeks chubby and still holding some leftover embarrassment, she suddenly realized something and asked Ruan Jiaojiao, "Little Frog, you're not twelve yet, right?"
Ruan Jiaojiao nodded and, with her support, walked to the faucet, lowered her head, and washed her hands while asking, "What's wrong?"
Not yet twelve years old and already in high school with such good grades, truly a little genius, Yang Tao felt a wave of guilt rising in her heart. She hurriedly waved her hand, feeling that her previous words were somewhat leading the flower of the nation astray, and quickly changed the topic.
Ruan Jiaojiao found her inexplicable but didn't think much of it and wanted to turn off the faucet after washing her hands.
