A "clang" sounded, and the elevator doors closed.
There were only the two of them in the elevator, suddenly creating a small, secret space.
Yu Jingchen pinched An Ning's chin, asking with seriousness, "You're really worried about failing your course, aren't you?"
"Of course." Which student isn't afraid of failing a course?
He intentionally dangled a bait, saying, "Actually, I have quite a good relationship with your school's principal. Of course, mainly because your principal is eager to please me."
This was something anyone could guess. With a status like Yu Jingchen's, who wouldn't want to curry favor?
An Ning tightly hooked his arm. "Husband, since it's like this, you must help me, right? If I really fail because of filming, you have to sort it out for me."
Yu Jingchen again put on a troubled expression. "Actually, preventing you from failing really is just a matter of a word from me, I'm that close with your principal."
An Ning nodded vigorously.
