The conversation quickly reached a point where Shi Su couldn't interject.
Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing had already moved from discussing which elementary school Mianmian would attend this year to what kind of milk powder Mianmian's future brother or sister would drink, and which kindergarten to enroll in. Then, they talked about a renowned kindergarten teacher in Jiang City, who could teach kids writing, painting, and chess, cascading into discussions about the Jing family's business landscape twenty years from now, even addressing inheritance issues decades ahead. The elderly couple's topic transferred from being merely expansive to fantastical, as if Shi Su was already carrying at least two children in her belly...
Shi Su: "..."
At first, Shi Su could barely partake in the conversation, but as it delved deeper, she gradually found herself unable to keep up.
This was surely a classic case of pretending not to understand even when you clearly do.
