Guo Rui and Wang Yixuan didn't notice the change in the others' expressions as they continued to whisper to each other.
"What are you thinking about all day long? How do you know about the rich second generation?" Guo Rui lectured.
"The main thing is that he drives a supercar. It's normal for me to misunderstand his position," Wang Yixuan said:
"Besides, Teacher Guo is not that old and still charming. If he doesn't have some strength, he wouldn't be able to catch your eye."
"Go, go, go. What nonsense are you talking about?" Guo Rui said, "In short, he's not a rich second generation. Don't overthink things."
"You're right. I'm really thinking too much." Wang Yixuan whispered in Guo Rui's ear.
"There was a misunderstanding, but he's definitely handsome and has a good figure. You're too good, teacher. I still have a lot to learn from you."
"Go, go, go, don't talk nonsense here. Hurry up and tune the piano."
