"You came."
Jiang Lai rubbed her eyes and walked into the bathroom. After washing up, she tied her long hair into a bun and sat directly opposite Jiang Ci with a glass of hot milk prepared in advance by the housekeeper.
The Jiang Family's living room was large, furnished with the kind of solid wood furniture old-school wealthy people liked, which felt a bit cold to sit on during winter.
Jiang Lai sat for a while before deciding she didn't want to sit any longer. After eating a bit of breakfast, she turned around to head back to her room.
Jiang Ci knew she was definitely going back to work on some practice questions.
In his life, Jiang Lai was the most disciplined and formidable person he'd ever met. She didn't care about any external noise or images, focusing solely on the task at hand, able to endure cold benches and solitude.
