"Then I will call you Xinxin," Gu Qingheng nodded. "It's a nice name."
"That... " Yang Ruxin actually hoped that he would call her 'Sister Xin' instead, but considering this wasn't the imperial capital from her previous life, she didn't mind and waved it off, "Whatever you like."
"Does Xinxin know how to read?" Gu Qingheng suddenly asked.
"I..." Yang Ruxin was about to say that she had graduated from college, but she quickly swallowed her words, realizing that would give her away, and hastily shook her head, "How could the Yang Family allow me to study? It's just that my younger cousin and second uncle sometimes pretentiously recite from memory at home, and I learned a few idioms from them." She guessed that her use of the phrase "flourishing" had aroused his suspicion, and she realized she would have to be more careful with her words in the future.
While they were talking, the Feng Family's wife came out with a small basket: "The eggs are boiled."
