Song Yuan grit her teeth. "I can control it, I definitely can."
"Then tomorrow when Nan Jiaojiao comes, you'd better at least pretend to be friendly. All the things I taught you when you were little, how did you forget every single one? Based on how you've been these last two days, I'd think you injured not your leg but your brain."
Song Yuan wiped her tears, sniffed. "I get it, I'll listen to you."
Mrs. Song lifted a brow. "Ready to eat now?"
Song Yuan nodded. The servants carried the coffee table back, Mrs. Song handed her a bowl of rice and sat beside her, picking dishes for her.
Mist Garden.
By just before ten, everyone had left. Xu Shu was taking Xu Tingting home to do homework; they left the earliest.
Nan Jiaojiao wanted Lu Zhenzhen to stay over; she refused. Pei Dongshi happened to be leaving too, but he'd just had a couple of drinks with Elder Jiang and wanted to hitch a ride in Lu Zhenzhen's car.
