"I can finish it myself tonight! Her handwriting is so good. She must have done it on purpose." Han Yan's face fell. The pressure of being with such an outstanding sister was too great.
"You still have the cheek to say that?" Xu Ling grabbed Han Yan's ear.
"Mother, it hurts!" Han Yan hurriedly begged for mercy.
"If you do it again, don't even think about leaving!" Xu Ling loosened her grip a little.
"Eh? It's Pretty Sister!" Han Yan pointed at Zhou Sirong, who had walked out of the door.
Xu Ling looked in the direction of the voice and hurriedly let go. She bowed to Zhou Sirong. "Greetings, Senior Zhou."
Zhou Sirong glanced at her and nodded slightly.
"Pretty Sister!" Han Yan jogged over and prepared to complain to her.
"Hmph!"
Zhou Sirong snorted coldly and dodged.
Han Yan was shocked by her fierceness and stopped in his tracks.
He ran back to Xu Ling's side with an aggrieved expression.
