Because Fang Yuanyuan was there, the Bai family couldn't offer any other delicious food to entertain the two elders, Wang and Liu, and the two elders didn't clamor for pork and scallion dumplings.
They were all subtly wary of Fang Yuanyuan.
"Why are you taking so long to get up here!"
Bai Zhengxuan looked at the crystal-clear bowl and shook his head slightly.
Even if they got on the bus a little earlier, Bai Zhengxuan could still take advantage of Fang Yuanyuan's absence to stuff two pork knuckles into their hands.
“I don’t walk with her, I’m afraid she’ll take advantage of me.”
Grandpa Wang spoke without any restraint, and didn't even lower his voice at all.
He just didn't like this girl.
Grandpa Wang has a very generous and kind-hearted personality; he wouldn't harbor such hostility towards someone for no reason.
But he just couldn't bring himself to like the girl in front of him, and even wanted to drive up and ram her when no one was around.
Fang Yuanyuan sat next to Bai Xizhu, trying her best to keep a smile on her face, no longer showing the hostility she had yesterday.
Grandpa Wang's loud voice filled the bus, but she pretended not to hear it.
She came here for a reason.
"Xiao Zhu, your home is decorated quite cozyly, and you've even put up photos of the school."
Fang Yuanyuan clenched her fingers together, her fingertips turning white, but her voice became even gentler.
They may offer compliments, but the sarcasm in their eyes is immediately apparent.
No matter how well it's decorated, it's still just a mobile home, without a fixed abode.
The so-called breakfast was just clear rice porridge, and out of so-called kindness, a few bowls were given to two old men.
That's terrible!
Seeing Bai Xizhu's current "miserable state," Fang Yuanyuan felt increasingly relieved.
Her gaze lingered on Leng Yebai, her smile deepening.
The base commander's son didn't particularly like Bai Xizhu either; he just treated her like a toy.
They're so stingy even with a single bite to eat.
Fang Yuanyuan was starting to look forward to it.
If Xiaoming saw Xiaozhu like this and himself so perfect, how would he feel?
I regret that I misjudged him and wasted my time.
Or perhaps it's just a deep affection that can't be remembered from the past.
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