What is it? How would I know what it is? I was cursing Shen Jiao, not me. You've completely got the wrong person... Shen Qingye was at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain to a little kid.
He was still a little kid with both his parents present.
"Oh! I know!" Little Radish Head suddenly had a flash of inspiration, his little mouth forming a circle as he realized the truth.
"Big brother, you're not just having a fit, you're going crazy, right?"
Little Radish Head asked again sincerely.
She attended school for a few days and the teacher taught her how to form words, which was her favorite lesson.
Because the teacher always praised her for being unique!
He will surely achieve great things in the future.
Shen Qingye: "..."
Who is this brat's teacher? Step forward and take your punishment!
Shen Jiao was having a hard time holding back her laughter. Little Radish's phrases were great; keep it up next time.
Wait... why is she calling me "Little Radish" too?
Are the words of a tyrant really that harmful?
Madam Gu lightly covered her mouth with a handkerchief, the gemstone ring on her finger gleaming dazzlingly.
She smiled subtly: "I've heard from Madam Guan that your daughter, despite her young age, is very good at drawing inferences from one instance to another."
Madam Feng chuckled dryly a few times: "...Hahaha, yes, yes, yes."
Shen Qingye seriously suspected that Little Carrot Head was deliberately targeting him.
But Little Radish Head's eyes, so thirsty for knowledge, were incredibly sincere.
It was comparable to those scholars who traveled thousands of miles from the depths of the mountains to the capital to take the exams.
Shen Qingye could only swallow his anger and forced a kind smile: "...No, not really."
Little Carrot Head was a little confused: "It's neither this nor that, are you crazy?"
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