Smart girl

"Sit down." She jerked her face toward the chair across from her. I only use one word to describe her. Haughty. Too fancy. After she waited for me to settle down and a glass of orange juice was served, she got to the point. "I don't know what you like to drink, so I ordered it, but the little one, Myouin, likes orange juice!"

“Yes.” Myouin, Myouin, seemed to test my patience. Knowing that me and that girl were love rivals, living in a relationship with each other, but also mentioned. I sat down with a glass of orange juice.

"Why don't you drink?" she asked.

"Ah, yes, I used to not drink or eat food that was ordered by others first, who knows if there is any medicine here?" I tell you the exact reason.

“Haha, smart girl! Quite the look of the successor to Sharon's corporation!" What did she say? Sharon is my aunt's real name. But never mind, let it go, I don't care what nonsense she says.

"If you have something to say, please say it quickly, I don't have time to deal with