"Old Zhou, who is this Ye Wan anyway?"
Seeing another Ye Wan added to the list of her students, the woman's voice on the phone sounded somewhat displeased, "You know, I've already got my hands full. Adding one more, I really can't manage."
"Adding one and you can't manage? Xiao Luo, I'm well aware of your capabilities."
"Old Zhou, I really can't manage. How about you ask another teacher?"
Seeing that the man, who was in his sixties, had a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face, as though he felt a little ashamed.
Ye Wan pursed her lips in a sneaky smile, reaching out to tug her sleeve, "I can handle it by myself!"
"Really?"
Old Zhou looked at Ye Wan intently.
Ye Wan nodded with a smile, "This time, I'm not lying to you!"
With that one sentence, Old Zhou immediately gave her a disgruntled glance.
In memory, that little cutie wore a tiny black ballet dress, waddling with each step, as adorable as a little penguin.
