Qi Nian knew she was no match for Yuran in eloquence, and after sticking with her for an entire afternoon and even after the classes had ended, she was ready to follow her out. Yuran walked to the door, stopped, and turned to look at her.
"Qi Nian, Miss Qi, are you planning to come home with me?"
Qi Nian's face reddened with anger. "Who, who wants to go home with you? I'm just making sure you don't get into my uncle's car; who knows if you're one of those little demons."
Yuran was speechless for a moment, then said, looking at her, "Don't worry; your uncle isn't coming today."
"Really?" Qi Nian immediately brightened up, seemingly forgetting the afternoon's frustrations as if they never happened.
Seeing how quickly her mood changed, Yuran felt at a loss for words. "Yes, so you don't need to follow me anymore."
