When Zeng Xuerou went downstairs, the conversation below had already ended, and Xiao Xian was holding half a piece of mung bean cake.
Zhang Yiyi had a whole piece of mung bean cake in her mouth, not swallowing it, whimpering as if she was holding back tears. She hadn't cried when she fell so badly a few hours ago, but now she looked like this after eating a few pieces of cake, was it possible that Grandma Zeng's cakes were especially delicious today?
"The driver has arrived at the door, we can go now," Zeng Xuerou urged with her words, seeing Grandma Zeng showing a look of loneliness, "I'll come back on the weekend." Most students come home once a month, but as a top student like Zeng Xuerou, she inevitably had some privileges.
