Sihwa was still grumpy, but at least she didn't have any intention to continue spraying him with water.
She gave Zhang Zian a side glance as a silent agreement.
Zhang Zian had wanted to give her a proper education from the start instead of only teaching her the things that she needed to learn when she needed them. But he had been too busy these few days and hadn't had the time. He didn't even know what he—an unemployed, useless man—had been busy with.
He used her phone to find some primary school courses, hoping that she would be able to pick up on this information by herself. But, like he'd said earlier, without stress and someone to monitor them, no one would have that strong of a desire to learn new things. Not even a scholar would be able to do so, let alone such a playful Sihwa.
