"Xiao Jie, why do you talk so much nonsense?" Ling Xuejiu couldn't outtalk Li Mengjie and felt so irritated she wanted to scratch her own teeth. Admitting that Leng Xuan's cooking was tasty was, frankly, not going to happen. There were indeed two words for that: no way. In annoyance, she said, "I'm not talking to you anymore, I'm going upstairs to review my lessons."
Li Mengjie stuck out her tongue cutely and didn't say much, just turned to her own TV watching.
When Leng Xuan came out of the kitchen and saw that Li Mengjie was the only one watching TV, he asked casually, "Where's the young lady?"
Li Mengjie replied, "She went upstairs."
Leng Xuan uttered an "Oh" and planned to go to his room to go online; he hadn't even powered up the computer in his room yet.
"What are you going to do?" Li Mengjie saw Leng Xuan getting ready to go back to his room and couldn't help but pout, saying, "Come over and keep me company watching TV."
