Su Ji was made uncomfortable by Mianmian's round, staring eyes.
His concern for Su Mianmian was a conditioned reflex, not because he harbored no resentment toward the descendants of the Jiang Family!
To justify himself, Su Ji chuckled lightly, slightly narrowing his eyes, "The concern I showed you just now was just me joking. Your parents' slumber is none of my business; in fact, I find it quite satisfying."
He leaned back in his chair, propping his chin with his hand, a fox's tail seeming to sway gently behind him.
Mianmian was a bit downcast.
Anyone who hears someone else say that their parents' misfortunes were favorable would feel uncomfortable.
She furrowed her little brow and stayed silent, just silently staring at Su Ji. A child holding such a pose made it easy to think she was upset and didn't know what to do, therefore behaving this way.
Su Ji thought the same and couldn't help but think: A child is still a child, no matter how clever, it's of no use.
