Su Xing sounded resolute and firm.
Fu Zhi glanced out of the window.
'Hmm, very good. It's not the first floor. She could probably end up being a vegetable if she jumped from up here.'
"I have a book written by Pure Feather. Do you want to read it?"
"No!" Su Xing replied without any hesitation, although she was nodding profusely.
Fu Zhi did not know what to say.
'Girl, your body is much more honest than your mouth.'
After getting Fu Zhi's attention, Su Xing said, "Lu Chuwan has a bestie, so of course, you need to have one! I said I don't want to read it, which means I don't want to read it. Even if I fail the exam, my family can support me until I die!"
Once again, Fu Zhi was speechless.
Then, Su Xing, a.k.a "the real descendant born with a silver spoon in her mouth", turned to Mu Chenxi and rolled her eyes at her.
