"That's not the case at all; once he has the hang of it, Xiaoxuan's brain cells grow at an incredibly fast rate." An Lan chimed in from the side, which made Zhang Ya unable to resist pinching the soft flesh on An Lan's waist. She clearly knew the truth wasn't like that, yet here she was, twisting the facts.
Aunt Li, seemingly struck by a thought, came rushing down with vigor. As she reached out to grab Zhang Ya's hand, she caught sight of the bouquet of roses in front of her, took it, and instructed the servant to find a vase to put them in. Then, warmly holding Zhang Ya's hands, she led her to sit down on the sofa.
"Yaya, how far have you and Xiaoxuan progressed? The first time I saw you, I felt that you and I were destined to have a connection. You are a good child. Finally, Xiaoxuan hasn't been blind for once. If he ever bullies you in the future, you tell Auntie."
The more Aunt Li looked at Zhang Ya, the more satisfied she became.