Bai Lian leisurely set down her paintbrush, leaning on Jiang He's desk with one arm and tilting her head to examine the painting she finished moments ago.
Her verdict was, "Jiang Xiaoniao, with your skills, did your teacher really not die of frustration?"
Though he was only seven but already an award-winner, Jiang He: "...?"
Was she not here to see his work today?
Speaking of this, Bai Lian suddenly remembered the cat on Jiang Fulai's notebook.
She tilted her head, "Teacher Jiang, you..."
Jiang Fulai suddenly stood up, glanced at the time on his phone, his expression unchanged, his tone calm, as if aloof, "Your class is about to start, I'll take you to school."
At this hour, taking the bus would definitely make her late for school.
Bai Lian glanced at him and didn't refuse, "Okay."