Yu Ling stared at Jian Xi, and Jian Xi fearlessly met her gaze.
Staring her down was not a solution; one of them had to give in first. Jian Xi had no intention of backing down—she could be as stubborn as a mule when she wanted to.
So, it was Yu Ling who admitted defeat first. She scoffed, "I won't waste my breath on you."
Then she sat down to have her late-night snack—this had become a habit over the years, as she found it even harder to sleep without it.
Jian Xi also sat down to eat.
Yu Ling: "..."
She had never seen a girl with such thick skin! Eating a red date, she glared at Jian Xi.
"Be careful, Auntie, red dates have pits."
Yu Ling spat out the pit: "You're quite surprising, I must admit."
"Thank you for the compliment, Auntie."
"Your skin is even thicker than your mother's."
On such a perfect and peaceful night, it was unfortunate that Yu Ling's words were always so sharp, constantly challenging the limits of Jian Xi's patience.
