"Mianmian is truly the Little Prodigy that was mentioned in the newspaper, so smart!"
"Wanyu, you've given birth to a really fine and outstanding daughter."
Su Wanyu puffed out her chest and held her head high, clearly proud. "My daughter takes after me!"
Jiang Mianmian felt secretly pleased by the praise, but she humbly said, "I've liked self-studying since primary school; I just learn things quickly."
Su Wanting listened to Jiang Mianmian's modest explanation, nodding in delight and satisfaction, then cast a glance at Su Wanyu who wore a smug expression.
Luckily, her little niece wasn't like her unreliable mother—always boasting, seeking attention. Instead, she was humble and cautious, neither arrogant nor impetuous.
"Mianmian, you're being too modest. Make good use of your intelligence. Auntie believes you will become the talent that the country needs in the future," Su Wanting advised solemnly as she patted Jiang Mianmian on the shoulder.
