Sheng Tang lightly pulled on her sleeve and laughed, "I get to eat meat, and others aren't allowed to drool? Let them talk, they won't get to eat anyway."
Jiang Baocu burst into laughter, "You really have it figured out."
"When I was your age, I also cared about everything. After going through a lot, I realized how valuable these words are—only when you are popular will people talk about you. When you're washed up, no one even bothers to curse you, and that is truly pathetic."
Jiang Baocu: "..."
What do you mean by 'your age'? Sis, you're only two months older than me.
Jiang was at a loss for words at Sheng Tang's shamelessness, but at the same time felt deeply impressed by her profound thoughts.
She used to be unknown, and perhaps at that time, she too constantly thought about becoming the center of her classmates' gossip, just like now?
Jiang Baocu no longer worried about her.
After school, Sheng Tang went to find Mr. Bai.
