Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua had just left when Zhou Siyu closed the door and glared at Shen Mianmian resentfully, "Are you happy now?"
Looking at her expression, Zhou Siyu really did resemble Zhou Lanfang when she was glaring; no wonder Zhou Lanfang adored this niece of hers.
Shen Mianmian didn't dodge the accusation and openly admitted, "I've told you long ago not to provoke me with those little schemes of yours."
Having lived two lifetimes, no one understood Zhou Siyu better than she did, perhaps not even Zhou Siyu herself.
Therefore, dealing with the fifteen-year-old Zhou Siyu was something Shen Mianmian was more than capable of.
The events of the evening had genuinely agitated Zhou Siyu, as she now looked at Shen Mianmian with utter disdain.
If it weren't for Shen Jianhua being at home, she really would have wanted to resort to violence.
"Sister, you've indeed changed for the sake of being able to attend school."
