"Hmph, if you're late or don't show up, I'll never bother with you again."
Zeng Xiaoxiao glared at him and cast a warning look.
Seeing Zeng Xiaoxiao's expression return to what it was before, Xiao Yi knew the little girl's anger had finally dissipated. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled wryly, and without saying anything, turned his head to look at the lectern, ready to continue listening to the class—or rather, to pretend to be listening.
But as soon as he turned his head, his gaze met Zhao Yuhua's directly. Zhao Yuhua's gaze, which was surprisingly directed at him, abruptly shifted to the lectern in front of her as soon as she felt his eyes on her. Her expression was as calm as a mirror, as if she had been seriously watching the lectern and listening to the teacher all along.
