So, he emerged as the superior one.
He won.
Lin Jihuan froze for a few seconds.
Suddenly, she angrily grabbed a book and slammed it onto Nian Yi'an's back with a loud "thwack."
Nian Yi'an jumped in surprise, "Isn't your reaction a bit too much?"
"What do you mean my reaction is too much? You're just showing off on purpose," Lin Jihuan retorted angrily. "And to think I've been tutoring you for so long, yet you've been keeping this from me."
"It's a misunderstanding," Nian Yi'an raised his hands in surrender. "My parents only acknowledged Sister Qingqing not long ago. I didn't mean to keep it from you."
"Ah!" Lin Jihuan's eyes widened. "So it was your mother who posted on Weibo suing the Zuo family? I knew the name sounded familiar. Sorry, sorry, did I hurt you?"
"It's fine," Nian Yi'an rubbed his shoulder. "With my physical condition, how could I be hurt by that?"
