Five minutes later—
Lu Junhan, the old man, Song Qingwan, including the soft and adorable little girl, all sat on the living room sofa.
Xu Ciye came over holding a few freshly printed test papers, took a deep breath, and said to Song Qingwan, who was looking very worried:
"President Song, I assure you, there's absolutely nothing wrong with Li Li's IQ! Even if you don't trust my expertise, you should trust Li Li, right?"
Throwing around 400 million just like that—people might think the little girl has some incurable disease that requires 400 million to treat!
Before Song Qingwan could speak, the old man sitting on the sofa let out an irritable cold snort:
"Look at her face with that 'What if Lu Li is an idiot' kind of sorrowful look. Does that seem like she trusts that little girl?"
Xu Ciye: "..."
Xu Ciye was helpless, and simply said:
