When he returned home, Tessa sat on the sofa, watching the man who was pleased with her faintly.
The girl propped her chin with one hand, looked directly into Cen’s tired eyes, and learned the accent that Lu Wantang had just called him, “Old teacher.”
Cen Jiang’s eyelids twitched violently, and he had a bad premonition.
Fu listened with a long smile, “She is so sweet, I can’t learn it.”
Cen Jing’s scalp numb, and once again clarified for herself, “Listen, don’t get me wrong, I really don’t know her.”
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