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"Hmm,"
Li Julin responded with a noticeable displeasure.
"I'll go call her." Li Yue volunteered again and stood up. Li Julin glanced at him but didn't stop him—how could he not know the little schemes in his son's heart?
But today, no matter who was present, he wouldn't change his principles.
Unless Shen Mianmian really could get into First Middle School and be assigned to the class under his charge, even then, he wouldn't give her any special treatment.
As for his son taking a sworn sister, he wouldn't interfere. His wife and daughter both liked her, and as long as she wasn't a person of bad character, he wouldn't get involved in normal social interactions.
Li Yue, with a worried look, entered the study to see Shen Mianmian still writing attentively. Hearing the door open, Shen Mianmian looked up just in time to catch sight of the clock on the wall and realized it was nearly four in the afternoon.
