"Huh?" Jing Shu was a little dazed for a moment, glancing around; indeed, Grandma Jing was only talking to her.
Jing Shu gripped her sour plum drink with some difficulty and took a sip, pursed her lips, then looked around again. Mr. Jing, the livestock farm manager, was busy with work, and Mrs. Jing, since her promotion to director, was even busier and rarely at home. Wu You'ai and her mentor were at Stone Garden every day, researching synthetic meat formulas. Third Aunt was even busier, so there was no need to even mention her. Now, Jing Shu was the only one at home with significant free time.
