"What are you joking about," Su Ziceng couldn't restrain herself and was about to tap her with chopsticks, but just then Mrs. Yan came out to clear the tableware, and Su Ziceng promptly sat up straight and well-behaved.
"I'm serious, aside from having less money than Hang Yishao, Teacher Pei Luo is quite nice," Yan Wuxu said earnestly. As Mrs. Yan went back to the kitchen, she lowered her voice and said: "At least I've been in love, which is definitely better than you who hasn't even sent off your first love."
Not having sent off her first love, this phrase successfully silenced Su Ziceng. Her time with Hang Yishao wasn't really any sweet first love; he hadn't even given her a bouquet. Su Ziceng glanced at the roses in the dining room, feeling sour in her heart.
"I won't talk nonsense with you," Su Ziceng looked at Yan Wuxu and noticed that a woman nourished by love indeed looked different. Without any makeup, Yan Wuxu still looked bright and beautiful.