Lu Huaiyu appeared relaxed and lazy, but his unique aristocracy remained when he said those words.
Ning Li's heart raced for a moment.
Liang Heng was familiar with Lu Huaiyu's temper, so he was not surprised to learn the answer. He then looked at Ning Li through the rearview mirror and smiled brightly.
"I guess so."
Some people wanted to be in Lu Huaiyu's debt though he did not deem them worthy; some people did not want to be in his debt and yet they were.
A few days ago, Liang Heng heard that Lu Huaiyu started a fight at the Chengs' because of a girl. He did not expect to meet the girl so soon.
"Ning Li, you are in the third year at Second High, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"How are your studies? Can you manage? Is it tiresome?"
"It's fine, I guess."
"Great. You should take your third year casually. If you run into problems in your studies, just ask around for help."
Ning Li giggled. "Thank you, Uncle Liang."
