"Principal Yang, good morning!" Chen Nan said cheerfully.
Yang Shan's expression stiffened, and his face looked worse than if his father had died. He felt so distressed—why was Chen Nan, this plague of bad luck, also here!
"Good, good, good morning," Yang Shan replied with a forced smile, then quickly added, "Um, I just remembered I still have something to take care of. I have to go first."
Seeing Yang Shan turn to leave, Chen Nan chuckled, "Principal, don't forget what I said yesterday!"
Already a bit nervous, Yang Shan jerked in fright when he heard Chen Nan's words. He accidentally kicked his right heel with his left foot, lost his balance instantly, and thudded to the ground, nearly knocking his teeth out.
Lan Yuqin was still somewhat confused about what had happened. Why did a single sentence from Chen Nan scare Yang Shan like that?
"Principal, are you alright?" Lan Yuqin asked.
"No... no problem."
