Kang Jian was so frightened that his face drained of all color!
That was horrible!
"I – I understand…" he stammered.
An Yibei patted his shoulder in satisfaction, turned around, and left.
In the classroom.
Kang Jian didn't dare try anything today and sat there quietly the whole time. Even the teachers found it so unusual that they kept darting looks in his direction.
During Chinese class, the teacher's gaze happened to land on An Xiaxia. She then cleared her throat and called An Xiaxia's name. "Please read the sixth paragraph aloud."
An Xiaxia blushed right away.
Papa An and An Yibei had put her into Year 4 according to her age, but they had little idea that she had never been to school before and barely knew how to read.
"An Xiaxia, please read the text," the teacher prompted.
An Xiaxia bit her lip. "I… I can't read it…"
The teacher's face darkened. "You can't? It's such a simple text."
