She even has girlfriends who'd travel thousands of miles just to chat with her.
All of them heiresses with family wealth in the millions, wearing jewelry worth tens of thousands, dressed in the First Middle School's uniform, their faces done up with makeup so delicate it almost seemed natural, and all of them carrying the scent of high-end perfume.
"Yueyue, I recently heard that your family brought back a third young mistress," one of the girls, her nails painted a light purple, her rosy lips moving up and down, "And here I thought Su Linlin was the third young mistress of your family."
In fact, Su Linlin had indeed been called the third young mistress for many years; it was just that no one had expected Su Nanzhi to survive past eighteen.
Her heart disease was indeed serious to some extent.
But for some reason, she was still bouncing around, very much alive.
Upon hearing this, Su Yueyue's expression paused for a moment, then she also laughed, "Yes, my uncle's daughter."
