"Lingling, your grandma is only thinking of your well-being, and she thinks Yijun is a good guy."
Song Lingling cut the peeled apple into pieces and placed them on a plate.
She held the plate and started eating with Ma Chahua, occasionally taking a bite.
Song Lingling looked at Ma Chahua and said seriously, "Grandma, Jing Yijun is just too good, I don't want to ruin him."
Ma Chahua glared at her playfully, "You silly girl, how can you think of yourself like that? You're a person, not cow dung. What do you mean by ruining?"
Song Lingling chuckled lightly, "If I were with Jing Yijun, people would definitely say I'm cow dung, and he's a flower, a beautiful flower planted in cow dung."
"Alright, alright, don't say that. How's your study lately?"
"It's going smoothly."
"And what about the job you mentioned?"
"I'm working on it, I do it when I get home in the evening."
