Zhaodi saw the situation and did not speak out to interrupt, staring at the stationery box Jiang Mianmian placed on the table and the full box of pencils and fountain pens.
Then he thought of the lone pencil in his old backpack and inevitably felt a surge of jealousy and dissatisfaction.
Does San Ya really need so many with just one pair of hands?
"Jiang Mianmian, what are you doing?"
At that moment, Su Wanyu suddenly appeared at the classroom door. She wanted to give Jiang Mianmian a surprise, so she deliberately waited to speak until she was at the door.
"Mom, why are you here?" Jiang Mianmian was very surprised to see her mother.
"Mom's here to pick you up."
Behind the sweet and gently smiling face of Su Wanyu when she saw her daughter was a momentary stiffness as her eyes met Zhaodi, but it quickly returned to normal: "Zhaodi, you're here too."
"Auntie," Zhaodi called out obediently.
"Mhm."
