The next day, when Su Xiaoyue opened her door, she saw Fan Mingyu standing outside her room, looking somewhat uneasy.
"Mingyu, what's wrong?"
Su Xiaoyue squatted down and gently asked Mingyu, who didn't look up at her.
"Teacher Su, I'm sorry, I played a prank on you last night."
Fan Mingyu looked up at Su Xiaoyue, his handsome little face clearly apologetic.
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoyue smiled faintly, affectionately tousling his hair, "Teacher isn't mad." The little guy had improved, knowing to apologize after playing a prank.
"Teacher Su, are you really not mad? Will you still play with me? You won't ignore me just because you're upset, right?"
Su Xiaoyue stood up and took Fan Mingyu's small hand, replying, "Teacher really isn't mad. Whenever I'm free on the weekends, I can play with you, and I won't ignore you."
