Yang Xiaoxi exploded as soon as she heard that, "Hey, Lu Siyuan, be a decent person! You're shifting the blame like you've never seen anyone do it before. If I had known, I'd pretend I didn't know you."
Her voice was loud, drawing the attention of many.
Lu Siyuan touched his ear and said, "Keep it down, will you? Look around, who in the whole school can outdo your volume? You think this is still the Third Middle School, where your dad's the principal? Fortune has long shifted away from you; face reality!"
"So what if it isn't the Third Middle School?" Yang Xiaoxi hummed, "Even though it's not there, my quality of life hasn't dropped at all. Mianmian and I have everything we need, live comfortably, and have such easy lives. I've even decided, if Mianmian stays in Beijing, I'll also develop my career here."
"What can you even do here?" Lu Siyuan gave Yang Xiaoxi a sideways glance, "You might as well go back, find someone to marry, and then stay home to raise kids."
