Another few days later, the scar on Su Mianmian's forehead had formed a scab and fallen off, leaving only a faint red mark which would probably also disappear after some time.
Therefore, Huo Ting finally agreed to let her go to school.
Su Mianmian was long bored to death at home. She had never looked forward to going to school this much.
"Have you remembered everything?" Huo Ting asked coldly.
Su Mianmian raised her right hand, nodded, and said obediently, "Can't go out with anyone, go home immediately after class, always have my mobile phone with me, must pick up your call within three rings."
"Two rings!" Huo Ting emphasized.
"All right. I remembered it wrongly, it's two rings, not three!" Su Mianmian wouldn't go against Huo Ting over such small details. Whatever pleases Uncle.
In fact, Su Mianmian was relatively indifferent to many things.
