"You move lighter, you will break your sister's document, and I will make your butt bloom." Song Bing snatched the document back in dissatisfaction and put it in his arms like a baby.

Song Jing knew his eyes very well. He looked at Song Zhao first, and then respectfully saluted to Old Lady Song, "Grandma, I don't know how my younger sister met Dean Fang.

But her qualifications in clan studies will definitely not be the material for entering Canglan College. If she takes the exam rashly, she will only become a laughing stock."

Old Mrs. Song ignored him and said to her granddaughter with a loving look on her face, "Zhao Zhaoer, this is your own business. You just say whether you want to take the exam."

Song Zhao blinked, nodded seriously, "Go."

"Okay! I am worthy of being the daughter of this general, and I am very passionate!" Song Bing crazily outputted rainbow farts, and his smile shook the earth.

"Don't mess around." Song was so surprised that he slowed down his expression and said to Song Zhao earnestly, "Little sister, I know you want to get rid of your reputation as a fool, but learning is not a matter of time and a night of effort, so you need to take it slowly.

You haven't even memorized the Thousand Characters of the Book yet. If you go to Canglan College to take the exam, you will definitely fail. You will suffer."

Song Zhao frowned and was impatient to listen to these long comments.

Song Bing scolded his eldest son, "Why did you pour cold water on your sister as soon as you came up? Is there anyone who is the eldest brother like that?"

"It is precisely because I am her elder brother that I have to make a deep plan for her.

Instead of just like you, meeting all her willful demands nonsense, it will only make her spoiled and ignorant."

Song Jingxian felt that his elder brother was very competent.

His starting point was all about considering Song Zhao.

Song Bingbiao cried and glared at him, "I am still your father. Why are you and me in front of you? I'm not dead yet. I'm not your leader yet. Is there any share in your conversation?"

Song Zhao said slowly, "I don't know, let the family be embarrassed."

Her pure eyes looked at her family seriously, "Grandmother, father, mother, please believe me."

In her previous life, she shamed her family. When she was a lonely soul, she had confessed countless times.

If she can be reborn, she must make up for her mistakes.

She will no longer be willful.

She wants to be a very sensible child.

The little girl who used to be unable to bear the slightest grievance was so cautious now, for fear that she would disappoint her family.

Old Mrs. Song felt distressed and held her granddaughter's hand and said, "It's not embarrassing to say anything. We are a family, and we prosper and lose our lives. You are the heart and soul of our grandmother, and the pride of our grandmother. You will never lose our people."

Yun said gently, "Zhaozhaoer, we will always be your backing, don't have any pressure."

Song Jingxian pulled the corner of his lips, "You are doing whatever you want because of your family's pampering, not caring about other people's feelings at all, just thinking about your own comfort."

"Stop talking!" Yun was furious and slapped his eldest son with his backhand, obviously very angry. "How can you talk to your sister like this? Speaking of pampering, you were not the one who was the most accustomed to Zhao Zhao before, why are you disliked now? You are spoiled by yourself, and you are not qualified to complain!"

Song Jingxian had a gloomy face.

It was precisely because he knew that this was the result of him that he had to turn back on his younger sister's temperament.

"Mom, don't be angry." Song Zhao went to pull Yun's hand.

She is actually very tired too.

Obviously, she is already very well-behaved, right?

She did not do anything bad, she was trying to remedy it.

Why do we always trigger these contradictions?

Good intentions are like donkey liver and lungs.

Song Jingxian suddenly became angry and left, "Okay, I won't care about her business again."

"This unlucky kid, I will beat you to death..." Song Bing took off his shoes and was about to rush over.

"Okay!" Old Lady Song stopped her son, with a bad expression on her face, obviously restraining her anger.
Chapter completed!