Eleven, who never bothers to put on makeup, looks just like a high school student, especially with her preferred attire: casual wear.
She seems immature.
"Child, is she your mom?"
"Uh-huh..." Jiujiu looks away, casually nodding his head.
Eleven: "..."
Oh honey, what's with the reluctant face to acknowledge your mother!
"She's still a child herself," exclaimed an aunt, "No wonder she fails to take good care of her child! Young girl, don't you have anyone at home?"
Eleven just smiles, refraining from answering.
Jiujiu tugged on Eleven's sleeve, "The teacher mentioned a parent meeting next week, want to come?"
"Huh? Next week?"
"Yes. Next Wednesday at six in the evening."
"Uh..."
Eleven hesitated, not reluctant to go, but unsure whether Gu Liancheng had any arrangements for next Wednesday. She racked her brain but couldn't remember.
Jiujiu's parents' meeting is important, but it must be unobtrusive to Gu Liancheng.
