Shen Mianmian had a look of melancholy, "Haven't you noticed that the clothes I wear are all hand-me-downs from Zhou Siyu? Apart from this military coat, when have I ever worn new clothes?"
"It does seem to be the case."
Before, people said that Shen Mianmian was a little wild child, could it be true?
Thinking this, she suddenly didn't want to play with Shen Mianmian anymore, her eyes filled with a hint of disdain.
Lu Siyuan, with sharp eyes, noticed the change in her emotions and glared, "Stop your chatter and disturbing my sleep."
Wang Qiaohui, startled, walked away with an embarrassed expression.
To be honest, Lu Siyuan's fiery temper sometimes really did help. Her psychological age was no longer fifteen, and she genuinely wasn't accustomed to making friends with these classmates and discussing those childish topics.
With Lu Siyuan around, this problem was seemingly resolved.
