Luo Qingli was unhappy about Gu Yuying's relentless teasing.
Was her dream really so ridiculous?
She actually once dreamed of attending a good university.
"No!" Gu Yuying refused to accept this, and with a serious expression, said: "Your dream is great!"
Softly arching an eyebrow, Luo Qingli asked, "Really? Is that really what you think?"
"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm not the type to make fun of people." Unless I'm making fun of myself.
"Alright! Where was I?" Luo Qingli decided to continue speaking.
"You were talking about your dreams. You want to go to Oxford or Cambridge." Gu Yuying kindly reminded her, and then added: "Weren't your dreams to join the army or attend a military school? How have they turned into Oxford and Cambridge?"
