Su Yuanyuan calmly jotted down these symbols in her notebook.
"Yuanyuan, did you remember all of them?"
"Yes, it's not that difficult. There's a certain pattern to it."
Zeng Hongling exaggeratedly sighed, lying on the table and staring at Su Yuanyuan.
"Grandpa, actually only someone like Su Yuanyuan matches the image of your ideal granddaughter, right?
Yuanyuan, you're such a blow to me. You know, I've been studying this for five years, five whole years. I felt like those five years were pure torture,
and now you tell me it's not hard, that there's a pattern."
Su Yuanyuan glanced sideways at Zeng Hongling, "Maybe I'm just smarter than you."
Zeng Hongling buried her face in her arms, feeling too ashamed to face anyone. Really hit by a blow, what kind of demonic genius is this? God, please take her back, she's too much of a blow.
