"Yingying, don't you like this auntie? Say hello to her," Yan Ye apparently didn't feel like answering the question, so he spoke to Lian Xinying in the tone of an elder.
Lian Xinying felt extremely upset.
To be called a poor student was one thing, but to be said to have a slow wit... Well then, Mr. Yan, was your brain watt broken when you spent a fortune to buy candy for her who has a slow wit to eat?
In front of outsiders, Lian Xinying hadn't yet dared to be so unrestrained, so she obediently greeted Cici across from her, "Auntie, hello."
Cici was not pleased, but she forced a smile, "Just call me sister."
"I originally wanted to call you sister, but he told me to call you auntie. He pays for my schooling, tells me to listen to everything he says, so I can only call you auntie." Lian Xinying innocently blinked her big eyes, indicating her innocence.
This beautiful counterattack hit Yan Ye like an arrow to the knee.