027 a body of contumacy, Jingjiang Preparatory Camp_3

Bai Lian held the headphones for vocabulary study and turned down the volume when Shen Qing asked a question.

"Oh, I have a good handle on that," Bai Lian's rosy lips twitched slightly as she reached out and plucked a leaf from Shen Qing's hair, her dark eyes full of nonchalance.

Shen Qing tilted her head, looking at Bai Lian's half-lowered long lashes, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed.

She was at a loss for words.

Bai Lian now looked much more pleasant to the eye than she had a few years ago. Both families were wealthy, but the Bai Family had far more depth than the Ren Family.

She had not expected Bai Lian to be so polite to her and the Ji Family's people.

The Ren Family had always looked down on them with disdain.

Shen Qing, who had grown up in the slums, was accustomed to being humble and lowering her stance in front of them because she'd seen these people change the trajectories of common folks' lives with just a word.