Ou Yanan watched the expression on her face and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: No matter how you look at it, she seems more naive than him.
As old friends, Ou Yanan reminded her, "My teacher is not someone like that, do you—understand?"
Zhao Mengjin felt a prick in her heart. She thought back to the time when she was saved from crisis by that man with Superman's intelligence, and since then, she couldn't let go of that figure. Especially knowing that this person worked under her uncle and aunt. She could intuitively tell that the man was not only extraordinarily capable, but also had an uncommon and absolutely not average mindset.
"He—" Zhao Mengjin bit her lip gently and said, "I know."
"Hmm?"
"I said I know, you must be wrapped around his finger too."
Ou Yanan blinked: "No, my teacher is still good to me."
