Su Nanzhi: a poor little thing dominated by being pampered.
She felt that she might not escape a perfect score on the afternoon's exam.
"What do you want to do now?" Jiang Beiyu casually asked.
With about twenty minutes left until the end of the exam, Jiang Beiyu thought she would go to the cafeteria to eat first, but he heard the little girl say, "Go to the snack shop."
"Hmm?"
"To buy spicy strips."
Jiang Beiyu: "?"
Su Nanzhi was not joking; she was no longer someone who could freely snack on anything, even sneaking a sip of ice-cold Coke.
Not to mention her spicy strips.
Jiang Beiyu's expression was somewhat indescribable, with a slight tinge of disdain mixed into it.
Yes, disdain.
Since his birth, Young Master Jiang had hardly ever touched such junk food. He'd had plenty of skewers but just couldn't get into spicy strips.
Nonetheless, spicy strips held an almost irreplaceable position in the hearts of students.