Yang Jingting arrived just as everyone had almost finished eating. He had left the school dinner to come here, and he arrived with a faint smell of alcohol on him.
Jingting's glance fell on Wen Xin as soon as he entered. He walked up to her and expressed his gratitude very seriously, almost causing the always-calm Wen Xin to stand up immediately.
"Don't be afraid. I really want to thank you, Wen Xin. When I brought you and Tan Xingyue back to the class from the principal's office, I thought, I must help you well and make you a good student..."
"It turned out that it wasn't me helping you, but you helping me and helping the students of Class 20. I'm grateful that we met."
Looking at Jingting's slightly flushed cheeks after drinking wine and his sincere words, Wen Xin knew that Jingting was genuinely happy for the children of Class 20.
Wen Xin moved her chair back a bit and sat up more upright, her lazy attitude also becoming more restrained.
