Qiao Yun called Lu Shiran, but no one answered on the other end.
Finally, she stood up, ready to go out and look for him.
Before she could push the door open, Yu Fan entered first, apologetically said, "Little ancestor, Brother Lu has something urgent and asked me to take you home."
Ever since he lost to Qiao Yun in a technical challenge last time, the term "little ancestor" had become increasingly smooth for Yu Fan.
Qiao Yun glanced at Yu Fan, asking emotionlessly, "Where is he?"
"He has already left."
"Where."
Yu Fan, under Qiao Yun's pressing gaze, felt extremely uneasy.
For some reason, he always felt like he was being watched by the head teacher.
He couldn't bear it anymore and blurted out, "In the next private room."
Qiao Yun nodded and walked towards the next private room; as soon as she pushed the door open, she heard Lu Shiran cursing.
"These fucking idiots, if I ever see them again, I'll make sure their mothers won't recognize them."
