"Then just stay," Fu Han said after finishing the sentence, feeling her momentum completely suppressed. Waving her fists again, she threatened, "If you can't teach well, refund the money."
"Sure, no problem," Wang Yixuan strolled with his hands behind his back to his seat and settled down, grinning at Fu Han as he said, "But let's get one thing straight, I have my own ways of teaching, and all you have to do is unconditionally obey me."
Under the teasing smiles of Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian, Fu Han felt as though she was being roasted on a fire. With her chin held high and her face flushed, she said, "If you are teaching me to draw, of course I'll obey you one hundred percent, but if you ask me to do anything else, dream on!"
Fu Xingbo's face softened with laughter as he patted Fu Han's shoulder, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, shall we go have something to eat?"
