What Good Could Possibly Come from It?

On the last day of school before the New Year's holiday, Zhao Yumo came over to see Yun Xi at lunchtime to hear all the gossip about her father and her aunt.

Yun Xi smiled and gave her a thumbs-up, and Zhao Yumo immediately understood that they had accomplished their goal.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Yun Xi shrugged and looked indifferent. "I won't do anything right now. I'll let them fight it out with one another while I prepare for the college entrance examination. I won't pay any attention to the mayhem going on in my house. I'll just busy myself with my studies."

"Good job!" Zhao Yumo was happy for her. Suddenly, she looked up and saw Zhou Chengzhe walking over with his lunch plate.

Upon seeing Zhao Yumo's face fall, Yun Xi turned her head and saw Zhou Chengzhe behind her. She turned the topic back to academics.

Zhou Chengzhe was still as arrogant as ever.