Song Lingling pursed her lips.
Jing Yijun looked at her puzzledly, "In that kind of event, many people want to get in but can't. Why don't you go?"
Song Lingling shrunk her neck back, "I'm cowardly."
"Cowardly about what?"
"Those high-society people have such good temperament. I... don't have the gown, don't have the temperament. Standing among a group of high-class people, I seem very shabby..."
"Ah..." Jing Yijun slapped his forehead and sighed helplessly. He looked at Song Lingling in a mix of amusement and annoyance, "What can I say to you? Song Lingling, whatever circle you enter, whatever life you lead, temperament is something that can be improved. Are you joking with me about the gown?"
Song Lingling played dead, bowing her head to eat.
"Silly girl." Jing Yijun looked at her and shook his head speechlessly again.
After eating, Song Lingling took the initiative to clean up the dishes.
Jing Yijun said, "You wipe the table, I'll wash the dishes and pots."
