These words startled Jiang Xuanxuan. Why was she acting so unpredictably? And with Zhou Pengfei nodding in agreement, she suddenly felt she had lost face.
But Jiang Xuanxuan is Jiang Xuanxuan! How could she just let it go like this?
"Sister is right! Xuanxuan will definitely correct her mistakes. Sister, please don't be angry with Xuanxuan!"
"Huh? Why am I angry?" Yang Yajing found it amusing, but she didn't hold back her words. "Shouldn't Mom and Dad be teaching us these things?"
These words clearly imply that Jiang Xuanxuan lacks manners, yet the question posed makes it seem like a punch to cotton, causing no real pain or discomfort.
In her previous life, Yang Yajing was not so knowledgeable or cunning, and she never felt that Jiang Xuanxuan's words had any deeper meaning.
But upon hearing this in this life, I realized that Jiang Xuanxuan was already so cunning at such a young age? Could it be that this rich heiress was raised on green tea since childhood?
"Can Xuanxuan still come to play with her older brother and sister in the future?" Jiang Xuanxuan asked cautiously. "Sister, you won't dislike Xuanxuan, you won't disagree, will you?"
That's an exaggeration!
"We're all classmates, all in the same third grade. There's no question of liking or disliking, or agreeing or disagreeing, right?" Yang Yajing pretended to be naive, looked at Zhou Pengfei, and said in a half-questioning, half-statement tone, "We're all friends now that we've met. As long as you don't do anything bad, we welcome you, right?"
"I don't mind, just don't disturb my painting." Zhou Pengfei didn't have any major objections.
“But could you please stop calling me ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ all the time? We have names,” Yang Yajing said again. “My name is Yang Yajing, and this is Zhou Pengfei.”
"Ya Jing? Hehehe!" Jiang Xuanxuan's eyes narrowed with a smile when she heard the name, as if she had heard something very funny. "Sister's name is Ya Jing, but sister is so cheerful!"
"Sigh! What should I do! It looks like Mom's hopes are going to be dashed! Hahaha!" Yang Yajing still laughed at herself, not at all discouraged by her words.
Jiang Xuanxuan was cursing a thousand times in her heart. How come this little girl was so stubborn and wouldn't fall for anything? Was it really because poor people were thick-skinned?
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