Song Guoqing was furious. "If you say one more word, get out of the song family immediately!"
Shen mengfang immediately kept quiet out of fear and did not dare to say another word.
It was early November, and it was late autumn in Haicheng. The ginkgo trees on both sides of the road were golden in color. A maple tree planted in the song family's courtyard was as red as the rising sun.
Song ran put on a red sweater with white snowflakes on it. Before she went out, she argued with aunt Wu for a while.
Aunt Wu: " ran, put on your cotton pants. It's cold outside.
how bright is the sun? it's not cold, not cold, " said song ran. &Nbsp;
Aunt Wu: " if you don't listen to your elders, you'll suffer. You'll have a cold leg in the future.
Song ran facepalmed. a person's strong will is built from the cold.
Song ran had to keep her mind clear at all times. She couldn't be too comfortable.
