That day, she was delighted that there were no classes to attend, so she hid in her room to read magazines.
Weiwei was really capable; she could lay her hands on any magazine.
She sneakily glanced at the back cover of the magazine, where a line of small print read: Strictly no browsing under the age of eighteen.
She counted the days; she had three more months until her eighteenth birthday. Rounded up, that was close enough to ignore.
Besides, the stuff in this magazine wasn't even as sensational as what she'd seen when she was ten!
Just as she was engrossed in the magazine, she suddenly heard people talking in the garden downstairs.
Liu Rumei and Shen Shihan were sitting in the garden chairs, each with a cup of white coffee in front of them.
Liu Rumei's complexion didn't look very good, and she kept her eyes on her son, Shen Shihan. On the other hand, Shen Shihan seemed indifferent, silently stirring the coffee in his cup.
"Shihan, aren't you going to the corporation today?"
