If it was one of his brothers, he would usually say the name directly since she knew them all.
Lu Ziheng curved his lips, "Ji Si, a friend from the United States."
"Oh." Ran Yu let down her guard, buried her head back into his chest, and started complaining while clutching his shirt, "Grandpa actually had Auntie look for someone to teach me manners for high society ladies and said they'll come to our house every evening to give me lessons."
"Is that so?" Lu Ziheng arched an eyebrow, "For how long?"
Ran Yu gritted her teeth, "She said they'll come over every night and teach me for a month."
"That's good."
Ran Yu was first taken aback and then abruptly looked up, "You think I'm not a lady of high society too, don't you?"
"Who says you're not a lady of high society?" Lu Ziheng frowned, with a tone of disapproval.
Ran Yu looked at him, just about to speak...
"Actually, when you're not talking, you do resemble a lady of high society quite a bit."
Ran Yu: "..."
