"You..." Zhao Lirong was rendered speechless by your mother's words.
At this moment, a lazy voice reached the ears of the two: "I say, you two, your combined age is well over a hundred, so why are you still sulking?"
Zhao Lirong turned her head to find you pushing a bicycle, yawning as usual as you walked in, and behind you was Yan Zisu, still wearing her school uniform. On the surface, Yan Zisu didn't seem any different from usual; she always walked with her head slightly lowered, making it hard for people to see her exact appearance.
However, for some reason, Zhao Lirong felt that Yan Zisu gave her a very peculiar feeling today, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
"You, perform well for me today. If you mess it up, watch out, I'll make you pay!"
You shrugged your shoulders, tilting your head left and right as you slowly entered the school.
