Seeing that Ling Mo was only focused on playing on her phone, Gu Tingbai quickly took out his composition book from his bag, stood properly in front of her, and stammered like a primary school student who had made a mistake:
"Sister Mo, please take a look at my essay. How is it? Has it improved a lot? I've been listening carefully to every word you say. I only listened to Brother Jiu's advice and played a little trick on you this time because I was just trying to make money."
Ling Mo took the composition book from Gu Tingbai and, seeing that Gu Tingbai had drawn Peppa Pig on it again, casually remarked:
"If you dare to draw a pig in your composition book again, I'll bring you my head."
Gu Tingbai didn't receive any praise from Ling Mo, and muttered somewhat dejectedly, "Sister Mo, you're so strict."
"If you fail the Chinese exam again, don't come looking for me again. I don't like talking to idiots."
Ling Mo lightly wiped away the mottled milk stains on his face and succinctly uttered a harsh remark.
Upon hearing Ling Mo's words, Li Wanwan panicked instantly. She quickly put away the romance novels hidden under her desk and pretended to pull out her workbook to do math problems.
While doing practice problems, she kept muttering to herself:
"I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid..."
Ji Yan silently took it all in, and his gaze toward Ling Mo held a complex and inexplicable emotion.
...
On the other side, Madam Qin had changed into a proper burgundy suit, and together with her butler, Uncle Liu, she bought a bag of half-rotten fruit by the roadside and drove excitedly toward the Ling residence.
"Madam, you are truly kind-hearted. To help that frail vendor pack up his stall sooner, you actually bought all the rotten fruit on his stall in one go."
Uncle Liu carried the heavy bag of fruit to the car, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Madam Qin.
Madam Qin chuckled and said:
"After all, we are going to the Ling family to propose marriage. It would feel inappropriate not to bring a small gift."
"Wh...what?"
Uncle Liu looked at the smiling Madam Qin in astonishment, and asked again in disbelief:
"Are you sure you want to bring a bag of rotten fruit when you visit someone?"
"What's wrong with that? Ling Yunlong and Su Yu are only fit to eat rotten fruit. Who told them to bully my granddaughter-in-law like that?"
"What the old lady says is absolutely right."
Liu Bo wiped the cold sweat from his forehead without showing any emotion, suddenly feeling worried about whether the marriage proposal trip would proceed smoothly.
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