"It's good that you understand your mistake. Have you told Teacher Zhan who that person is? Where is he?"
Wei Cuo shook her head.
Zhan Se looked at her plump little forehead and her trembling lips, and reminded her once again.
"Wei Cuo, as Teacher Zhan has said, making a mistake is not a big deal. As long as we correct it, it's fine! But your mentality of evasion now, how can Teacher Zhan help you? Wei Cuo, do you feel like you really need someone's help right now?"
Sniffling, Wei Cuo did not lower her head again, but her gaze still dodged.
"Teacher Zhan, I don't know... I really don't know... Can you please stop asking?"
Frowning, Zhan Se stared at her for a moment longer before asking, "All right, I won't ask that anymore. You just need to tell Teacher, who did you give the item that you copied from your father's plate to?"
Wei Cuo's gaze was still evasive; she didn't dare to meet her eyes: "I hid it."
