"You actually know what a 'green tea' is!" Zhong Nianyao chuckled. "But, you're not entirely right. Tomorrow is indeed a good day, but whether it's a good day for Shen Yixue, well, that's up in the air."
Hearing Zhong Nianyao's words, Zhao Xuanlang's eyes lit up, "Boss, are you planning something?"
"Don't pin anything on me," Zhong Nianyao shot him a glance. "I'm a role model youth; I wouldn't do such things."
Zhao Xuanlang was clearly skeptical, but under Zhong Nianyao's piercing, vaguely threatening gaze, he ultimately chose to shut up and keep his thoughts to himself.
After school, Zhong Nianyao decided not to set up her street stall for once and headed straight home early.
Yet unexpectedly, upon returning to the Zhong Family residence, she found everyone gathered in the living room waiting for her. Strangely, every single person's expression looked unusual.