"You little brat, why do you care so much!" For some reason, she felt a mix of annoyance and embarrassment and reached out to knock Zhao Xiaogui on the head.
"Ow!" Zhao Xiaogui clutched his head and, fearlessly muttered, "If you don't like him, why are you writing letters to him?"
He was used to being hit; he had become immune to it.
But that caught Xia Chuyi off guard.
Although her cousin definitely hadn't asked that question on purpose, it was truly a trap question for her.
"Xiao Gui, you're fifteen years old, what on earth is filling up your brain? Always talking about liking this and not liking that, tell me, are you puppy-loving at school?" Xia Chuyi turned the tables, questioning her cousin with righteous indignation.
"Huh?" Zhao Xiaogui had no idea how the topic had turned to him.
"Focus more on your studies, and don't think about all that nonsense. Study hard to live up to the party and the country, your teachers and parents, and your future self!"
