"So she's a cousin? Not born from the same mother, no wonder they don't look alike at all." The classmates nodded in sudden realization.
"I need to talk to my sister."
Jiang Mianmian, afraid that they would say something else, pulled Zhaodi to a secluded spot and whispered, "Zhaodi, don't mind their words, they meant no harm."
Her classmates were young and spoke without thinking. If they inadvertently offended Zhaodi, having someone who remembered grudges against them wasn't good for the kids.
Zhaodi internally despised these tactless brats, but to maintain a good impression in front of Jiang Mianmian, she had to suppress her irritation and obediently shook her head, "Third Sister, I won't blame them. They are right, we weren't born to the same parents."
