Chen Zilong perked up when his sister was mentioned, mimicking Xiaoqian with enthusiasm and looking for props to make his impression more authentic.
"I need a prop, where can I find glasses..."
"Use this." Yu Minglang took his sunglasses out of his jacket pocket.
Chen Zilong put the glasses on his nose.
This kid wasn't great at studying, but he had a knack for acting. His imitation of Xiaoqian's aloof demeanor was quite accurate.
He pushed the glasses up with one hand and coldly mimicked Xiaoqian, "Chen Zilong, how can you not know how to do such a simple problem?"
Taking off the glasses and playing himself, he put his hands together to beg for mercy, "Sis, I really don't know how..."
Putting the glasses back on, he continued to mimic Xiaoqian, striking the air with his hand, "Do you know how now?"
Taking off the glasses, he continued to play himself, showing an almost tearful expression.
"Sis, I really don't know..."
