"Jiajia, your mom has such a classy aura, and your older brother, he's really handsome."
Under the bright sunshine, Song Jiawen basked in the sun with Yang Dan in the glass room, enjoying some fruit.
She ignored Yang Dan's words, her eyes fixed on her right hand and wrist, her gaze slightly cold, "Are you stupid?"
"Huh?" Yang Dan looked at her, bewildered.
Song Jiawen said, "If it was me, I would have thrown boiling water on her face right then and there."
