Jiang Xianrou was younger and more impatient. She was impatient to hear her father and grandfather discuss the political situation in Beijing, and she didn't like green tea or anything that older people liked to drink. In less than half an hour, she kept looking at the time on her phone. Clearly, she couldn't sit still. She didn't want to chat with the old people but couldn't say that she wanted to leave.
Tang Wanru noticed her restlessness and raised her eyebrows. She pretended to say casually, "Xianrou, didn't you say you were going to school later? Is something the matter?"
"…" Jiang Xianrou suddenly raised her head and met her calm eyes. She immediately understood what she meant and was about to find an excuse to escape.
Unexpectedly, her phone rang.
