She had been teaching Song Bohui for quite some time now, and she had come to understand his temper somewhat—he was a child spoiled by indulgence, a bit arrogant and unrestrained due to the affluent environment he grew up in, yet in his bones, he was still pure and honest.
"I didn't know you'd miss me so much," she said with a gentle smile, sitting down in her chair, a sly twinkle in her clear eyes.
"Who said I'll miss you..." The words that burst from Song Bohui's mouth suddenly fell silent when he caught Ye Liangyan's gaze, leaving him with an embarrassed look on his face.
Seeing him so unhappy, Ye Liangyan was not worried. Instead, she said cheerfully, "Well, whether you like me as your teacher or not, today is the last lesson I'm teaching you. Starting tomorrow, whether you're annoyed with me or you miss me, we probably won't have the chance to meet again. So, let's enjoy our interaction today and spend these last two hours happily, okay?"
"Tch!"
