Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Nansheng slowly raised his hand and slipped it into his suit pants pocket, tilting his head slightly as he examined Feng Yanyan's face in detail.
The girl actually wore makeup today?
Was it because she was going to meet him?
Indeed, she looked prettier with makeup on, but... he still preferred her without makeup—fresh and tender, possessing the pure natural freshness and sweetness of a young girl.
Feng Yanyan felt her legs trembling under his gaze, unsure of what he really wanted to do.
Finally, she saw Yan Nansheng's thin lips move, but what he said was...
"What's your name, student?"
Feng Yanyan's eyes widened, what?!
Beside her, Mo Fei quickly nudged her arm and whispered, "Hurry up, the teacher is asking you a question."
Regaining her senses, Feng Yanyan realized everyone's eyes were on her, and she stammered out, "I... I'm Feng Yanyan."
Such a stuttering and nervous reaction naturally made everyone think she was tense.