"Cough, cough, cough—" Huo Jingfan choked on a sip of tea, his throat severely painful, causing his fair face to turn red from coughing, "Grandma, what did you say? What's her name?"
"Qin Yucen, Qin as in Qin Shi Huang, Yu as in 'language,' Cen as in 'tranquil,' and it's also a surname. Do you know her?" Ruan Lifen saw an unusual side of her grandson, his eyes twinkling with happiness, "If you know each other, then communication will be much easier."
"She happens to be my student." Huo Jingfan did not avoid mentioning, placing the clean teacup back on the table. "When I said I was busy, I was covering a lesson for her."
"I see, then grandma won't be angry at you anymore. But since you know her, I don't need to worry too much." Ruan Lifen was slightly relieved, "Later, you should talk more with Cencen, find out what flowers she likes, what colors… pay more attention."
