Old professor, "After class, everyone come to my office!"
Yuran: "..."
Qi Nian: "..."
"Such bad luck, Yuran, you really are my nemesis. Being around you brings misfortune to all of my past eight generations," Qi Nian said hurriedly as she sat down, her face filled with disdain for Yuran.
Yuran took out her phone, looked at it, and said, "Who exactly set up whom? Don't you have any idea? And you still have the nerve to scold me? Hurry up and apologize to me. If I'm in a good mood, I won't ask you to call your parents, and acting as your sister will be no loss to you!"
"Who..." Qi Nian wanted to say, who wants you to be my sister, but thinking about having to call a parent, she could only call Qi Younian, and her expression changed slightly, "I'm sorry, sister, please help me."
Such a sudden change in tone...
Yuran twitched her mouth, "Don't randomly claim relatives; I'm really not related to you."
Qi Nian retorted stubbornly, "You yourself wanted to be my sister."
