"She was very nice to me back then." Xuxu smiled fondly when she reminisced about her past memories spent here.
Yan Rusheng coldly glanced sideways at her. "Her son was very nice to you as well."
Wen Xuxu was speechless…
Their English teacher's son had tried to woo her before and used to bring delicious food from their house for her.
But this was something that happened years ago; how could this guy still remember it?
Xuxu was feeling rather sullen when Yan Rusheng sneered with contempt and spoke again, "That glasses guy really had a bad sense for poetry. The love letter he wrote was worse than an elementary school essay."
"…" Xuxu stared in shock at the man's malicious criticism. "How do you know he wrote me a love letter?"
