"Drama class?"
Ren Ziling glanced at the kitchen—ever since coming back from the balcony, Luo Qiu hadn't said a word, going straight into the kitchen and closing the door, not knowing what he was fussing with inside.
"Sorry, Ms. Ren." Song Ying now put on a sincere and apologetic face, "I've had a lot of coursework lately, and soon there's an exam from the class teacher, I'm almost going crazy... so I was just dancing on the street to release a bit of myself."
Ren Ziling was still frowning.
Song Ying's heart skipped a beat, "At that time, it was just a sudden thought, I didn't realize you were so nice... you understand that feeling of being caught in a situation. And I didn't expect that junior brother Luo Qiu would actually be your son, Ms. Ren."
Ren Ziling's brow remained furrowed.
