"Do you know what our Enen's dad does?" Miao Jiming nudged his glasses and said, "Oh, you should know."
What do you mean?
Looking at his expression, Yao Jingsong felt that there was a meaning behind those words.
"Otherwise, you wouldn't be clinging to our Enen like this." Sure enough, Miao Jiming said quickly.
"Shut up." Zhao Si'en glared at him, "Don't keep saying 'our Enen'; that's how family talks, not you."
"Miao Jiming, we're just neighbors. You'd better stay out of my business." Zhao Si'en said impatiently, "Just focus on your studies."
Bookworm.
Unfortunately, Miao Jiming wasn't a true bookworm; on the contrary, his mind was quite sharp.
Ever since Zhao Si'en's family moved into the government compound, or to be precise, ever since they became his neighbors, Miao Jiming had made up his mind about Zhao Si'en.
Miao Jiming's grandfather was about to retire, and his father was just a small-time employee.
Once his grandfather retires, the Miao family will step back.
