Li Jiayin is okay, she likes metaphors, and her friendship with Yan Siyu is entirely the result of her family's instructions.
After all, the Li family has always been the only one to follow the lead of the Yan family.
She resisted when she was young, but her parents always told her to have a good relationship with Yan Siyu and do whatever she wanted to do to him.
If you don't do this, you will be punished by your parents.
Over time, Li Jiayin realized that even if she resisted, it would not work.
Lin Wenya is even more subtle. Compared to Li Jiayin, her thoughts are more shady.
When Yan Siyu looked over, her eyes flickered.
"Siyu, don't listen to her sowing discord. We are friendly with you because you are you." Avoiding Yan Siyu's direct gaze, Lin Wenya smiled sincerely.
Not to be outdone, Li Jiayin reacted very quickly: "Yes, Siyu, don't you understand who we are?"
"Although the Yan family is more powerful, the Wenya family and I are not bad either."
Lin Wenya nodded and looked at Manshu: "I don't know why you said that, but Siyu has a brain and won't be easily provoked by you."
After hearing the words of his two friends, Yan Siyu also looked at Manshu and sneered: "I don't know how many people are trying to get into our circle. I advise you not to waste your efforts."
"Even if you take Wan Teshu's route, you won't be able to catch up with my third uncle."
"No one knows better than me what kind of person my third uncle is!"
"He doesn't even bother to take a second look at a little girl with evil intentions like you."
Listening to Yan Siyu's words, Manshu was also annoyed by her innate sense of superiority.
Does it sound like the truth?
Doesn’t she know Yan Zhan?
Manshu asked directly: "What do you know about your third uncle? Do you know how old he is when he wets the bed, how old he is when he has wet dreams, and what color underwear he wears? What kind of woman does he like? How many times a night?"
Yan Siyu's face turned red.
How could she know how old Uncle San was when he had wet dreams and what kind of underwear he wore? Let alone how many times he had wet dreams in a night.
Is this what Manshu should ask? How shameless!
Yan Siyu was completely misled by Manshu's question. After a moment, Manshu laughed at him: "How about it, you can't answer it? You know how to understand it, but you really think you can give him some salt?"
After Manshu let herself go, she felt that the air around her was much fresher.
The clerk serving her next to her couldn't help but snicker.
Are all the little girls today so tough?
However, she really likes this person trying on clothes more than the eldest daughter of the Yan family.
Rich people have always been aggressive.
This was the first time she had seen someone handle it with ease.
Wan Yi was even more stunned, is this Miss Manshu?
Why is she so tough?
How many times a night could she, a minor, ask such a question?
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the Third Master standing outside the door at some point, and Wan Yi kept winking at Manshu.
There was a pot of tall green plants at the door, and she didn't notice Yan Zhan hiding behind it at all.
Therefore, she didn't even know what Wan Yi meant when he blinked, and thought he had a cramp in his eyes.
"What can't be answered? What you asked is all personal privacy. How could I know?" Yan Siyu could hardly conceal his disgust for Man Shu.
Does she covet her third uncle? Otherwise, why would she ask about those things?
Manshu didn't care and laughed: "If you don't know, don't get involved. Maybe I will be your third aunt in the future?"
In order to disgust Yan Siyu, she deliberately approached her and said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Yan Zhan standing behind the green plants outside the door.