Her Little Hands Are Soft

A new student came to Wucheng No. 1 Middle School. The little girl was born in the south. Although she was cute and cute, her grades were not very good. She always got third from the bottom in every exam, but she was still unconvinced. "Yan Ruan, what did you eat when you grew up?" "You grew up drinking milk powder when you were a child. You don't even know this. You are so stupid." Zhuo Ling:...... "How did you get admitted in the first place?" The little girl has an upright temperament and speaks straightforwardly: "Because I am a well-connected person, and my sister poured money into me." Zhuo Ling:......