Su Qingluo couldn't help but hold her forehead: "You're just learning a few characters, not going through a life and death ordeal. Is it really that painful?"
Wang Meng's right eyelid jumped wildly, unable to retort: "I'd rather go through hell and back than stare at those characters and suffer."
"You, you're just this ambitious."
Su Qingluo reached out with her delicate little finger and poked his forehead in disappointment, with an expression like a little adult that amused everyone.
"Hehe."
A six-and-a-half-year-old girl softly scolding a boy who is taller than her was indeed a humorous sight.
Grandma Wang looked at this scene from the kitchen, shaking her head with a smile, working non-stop to finish dinner before dark, so that Su Hu and his wife could take the children to the Temple Fair.
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When Su Ziqin returned home from the academy, she became the center of attention, receiving praises from her parents and her siblings.
