"Say, Sister Ming Ling, don't you have any actual work to do? Shouldn't a rich second-generation heir be really busy?"
After being treated "coldly" by her Xiao Huo and failing at acting cute, Fang Ran could only secretly make herself a cup of hot milk. This time, she turned her gaze toward Ming Ling, silently trying to stab her where it hurt.
"Staying indoors all the time will turn you into a useless slob."
"Of course I do. What do you think I'm doing normally?"
Dressed in a refined, bright outfit that showed off her figure, Ming Ling sat intimately close to Gou Yu and cast a sidelong glance at Fang Ran on the other side with her beautiful eyes.
And what right do you, a kid who does nothing all day, have to say that I'm always indoors?
The truly serious rich second-generation heirs, especially those raised by their families as successors, did not actually have it easy.
Though they were born into upper-class families and did not need to worry about money, they had also been strictly required to accomplish many things since childhood.
It was not as though all of them could spend their days drinking, partying, and indulging themselves.
With graduation drawing near, her family had recently been urging her to take on more and more responsibilities.
These past few days, her father had been taking her along to observe and learn firsthand how to negotiate business with clients. The polite fake smiles and conversational techniques tangled among interests, personal connections, and saving face had left her physically and mentally exhausted.
"Ah, it's finally the weekend."
Without a trace of her mature beauty image, Ming Ling lay sprawled across the small table like a lazy cat and sighed.
"By the way, where's Xiao Ran?"
Seeing that