Is there hope with an uncle?
What does that mean?
South Grant watched Nathan Foster sitting behind his desk, starting to scribble something on the exam papers, and she was a bit baffled.
Is he... is he going to tutor me?
"Are you going to tutor me?" South Grant asked uncertainly.
Nathan Foster looked up at this moment, gave her a look as if she was an idiot, and then continued to look down at South Grant's test paper.
South Grant felt belittled.
Having spent ten years with Nathan Foster in a past life, South Grant knew he was quite capable.
But she had never heard that he knew anything about high school subjects.
"Can you do it?" South Grant asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
Nathan Foster's hand holding the pen paused for a moment, then he raised his head.
"You'll eventually find out whether I can or not," Nathan Foster said, placing the paper back on the table.
