The little girl stood ramrod straight, looking at Gu Zi with a confident, almost imperious gaze. "My name is Jin Guo," she began, her words crisp and clear, "I'm six years old, just back from abroad. I'll be going to school here from now on. My Mandarin is really good, right? I used to speak foreign languages outside, but at home, we only speak Mandarin. Grandpa says that speaking good Mandarin is the first lesson of being a Jin family member."
She paused for a moment, then continued, as if she were delivering a well-rehearsed speech. "Gu Zi, you must know my uncle, Jin Long. I'm his niece. Today, he was supposed to entertain me, but now, all his attention is on some pretty lady. So, I've been left to fend for myself. The staff are clueless—they actually brought me here. I think I should sit with the adults. Kids are just too childish."
