"Bro, there's only a month left until the college entrance exams. Let me help you review your lessons during this time," Fiona Grant said in a conciliatory tone.
"No need, thank you," South Grant replied calmly.
"Bro, there's no need for politeness between us. We're family," Fiona said, glancing at Nathan Foster, hoping to leave a good impression in front of him.
"I believe the safe distance between people should be two meters to prevent getting stabbed in the back. I also think the safe distance between us should be two meters more," South leaned back in his seat, speaking nonchalantly.
Fiona was smart enough to catch the underlying meaning in South's words.
Fiona's face flushed, muttering, "Bro, I don't understand what you mean."
"It means I can politely explain things to you, or I can bluntly tell you what rules are, so in the future, don't try to be clever in front of me," South's voice was slightly cold, showing no consideration for Fiona's feelings.
