Han Luoli was momentarily stunned, as if she didn't understand what the girl was saying.
Gu Xiaoer pouted, held up five fingers and emphasized, "One, two, three, four, five, a five-thousand-word handwritten reflection paper, not a single word less, okay?"
Certain he hadn't heard wrong, he arched his good-looking eyebrows, showing for the first time an odd expression that didn't quite match his handsome and cool countenance.
A reflection paper?
Throughout his life, he'd received numerous certificates and trophies, delivered plenty of speeches, and written countless articles and columns, but never once was it called a reflection paper.
"You don't want to write it?" Gu Xiaoer blinked her eyes and then pursed her lips, "If you don't write it, you don't write it. I knew you weren't sincerely admitting your mistake..." She turned around, leaving Han Luoli with a view of her incredibly sorrowful back of the head.
