An Ning hugged her mother. "Mom, don't think about the past anymore, let bygones be bygones."
Cheng Yujie fell into distress, there were things she really wanted to remember, but the more she tried, the more her head hurt.
Yu Jingchen's voice suddenly rose, cold, stern, and ruthless. "Sorry, my time is limited, is An Ning still going to practice her forward roll?"
An Ning looked up.
The headachy Cheng Yujie quickly said, "Learn, learn, learn... I apologize for disrupting your progress."
Yu Jingchen remained quite indifferent, saying in an unapproachable tone, "This time it's fine, but if there's a next time, then I won't waste my rest time helping her practice anymore."
As a mother, she always apologized to the teacher before her child, smiling apologetically, "There definitely won't be a next time, I promise not to ramble anymore. Ningning, hurry and learn well from Mr. Yu."
An Ning looked at Yu Jingchen with admiration, almost taking the initiative to give him a kiss.
