"You're about my age. You dare to say I need to improve my upbringing?" He sneered and taunted.
"A three-year-old from our village have better manners when dealing with guests who come to visit," Jiang Yexun retorted directly.
Zhang Hanyu took a deep breath, unwilling to argue with them further. He snorted and sat on a nearby single sofa.
At this moment, Aunt Lin returned with two cups of tea, emitting a rich aroma.
She bent down, intending to place a cup in front of Su Xiaoxiao. However, Su Xiaoxiao calmly said, "I'm sorry, I don't like coffee. Could you get us two cups of tea instead?"
"Heh, a country bumpkin," Zhang Hanyu scoffed from the side. He didn't expect this girl to know about coffee. But they couldn't appreciate something as good as coffee; they must be unaccustomed to it.