Exhale silently.
After a few seconds, Liang Weining calmly shifted her gaze away.
She then stepped in and, upon not seeing the teenager's silhouette, asked in confusion, "Where's Josie?"
Chen Jingyuan walked over to the dark hardwood desk, methodically gathering up the rice paper spread across it, and advised in a low tone, "Today's lesson is canceled; let him reflect on his own."
His tone was calm, but it tightened Weining's breath when she heard it.
The boss was displeased.
And it might not only be about the grades.
After hesitating for two seconds, Liang Weining mustered up her courage to approach him.
She moved slowly to his side, gripped his shirt's sleeve, lowered her eyes, and confessed, "Actually, as Josie's Chinese tutor, I've reflected on myself as well."
Her voice was weak, betraying her nervousness.
The motion of arranging the inkstone paused, Chen Jingyuan's profound gaze turned toward her, locking onto her eyebrows and eyes deeply.
