"Sister, what are you talking about!" Ning Wei pulled Ning Qing's sleeves anxiously.
"Ran Ran…" Ning Qing had talked without thinking and she now regretted it.
"Don't call me that." Qin Ran was thin and tall. She was slightly taller than Ning Qing, so she lowered her head slightly, her eyes cold. "Am I very close to you?"
Ning Qing found her voice. She pinched her fingers and her joints protruded out. "I also have my mistakes in this matter, but I only did it for you. Don't follow your grandfather's footsteps. You're still in First Middle School, who will care about you other than me?"
"I don't need your control." Qin Ran turned away. She narrowed her bloodshot eyes and raised her wild and dauntless eyebrows, then reached out to pat Ning Qing's shoulder. "Other than my grandmother, nobody can control me. So, whether I live or die, attend whatever school, get admitted to a university or not, it's none of your business, okay?" She smiled.
