Yin Shuiling was lying on the bed. She had a whole ton of things to talk about to Yin Muchen, but she was too shy to talk about them.
She thought that her older brother would ask her if she had eaten and if she had been good. When the atmosphere was livelier, she would speak about it gradually. But she didn't expect that her older brother would say "yes" directly, so the atmosphere became awkward.
What should she say?
Her pearly white teeth bit her delicate pink lips. In a tiny voice, she stuttered, "Older Brother, I...don't need...that teacher... "
"Which teacher?" The voice on that end was obviously enthused.
Yin Shuiling gripped the sheet tightly with her fair and dainty little hands. "That teacher that you got for me over the weekends to teach me extracurricular knowledge... I think she is so strange... "
"Well, how is she strange?" The man's voice was low, mellow, and magnetic. It was very pleasant. He seemed to be very serious.
