Because he already ate half of Zhou Baowei's chicken steak, Lin Li casually grabbed a couple of bites for dinner and returned to his own room.
He took his textbooks to the living room and started preparing to study.
"What are you doing?" Wu Min, who had finished washing the dishes, was about to return to the master bedroom to rest, but stopped in the living room when she saw Lin Li's actions and asked him.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm preparing to concentrate and start studying," Lin Li pointed at the table.
"Your room has such a big computer desk, can't it be used as a study desk? Why not study in your own room?" Wu Min asked.
"I'm afraid you wouldn't notice how hard I'm working, and forget to tear up and praise me while raising my allowance and pocket money," Lin Li said smoothly.
Wu Min: "..."
Wu Min kind of missed Lin Li's childhood.
Lin Li was occasionally abstract as a child, frequently occasionally, always frequently.
