"Jiajia, have some fruit first. Is there anything special you want to eat tonight? I'll have the auntie start preparing it right now," said Shi Peixia.
"Anything is fine; I'm not picky, auntie."
The more Shi Peixia looked at Song Jiawen, the more satisfied she became. She was beautiful, well-behaved, and very smart. How great it would have been if she were her own granddaughter.
She truly envied her older sister.
Shi Peixia went to the kitchen to instruct the housekeeper to prepare dinner, while Song Jiawen sat alone in the spacious living room, her eyes not wandering around. She sat properly in front of the coffee table, eating fruit.
A few days ago, when she called her uncle, he didn't mention that auntie wanted to visit her at school. In fact, he didn't mention auntie at all.
So, her uncle must have refused auntie because he understood her character; he knew she didn't like going to other people's houses.
