Tan Xingyue looked at the middle-aged man in front of her and then at Wen Xin. She did not know Zhao Honghan and thought that he was a relative of Wen Xin's family, so she politely called him Uncle Zhao.
After finishing their meal, Wen Xin set down her chopsticks and casually began, "I know Uncle Zhao's status in Ice City. I'd like to trouble Uncle Zhao to arrange a school for us, two spots, one for me and one for her. We want to attend school."
"What did you say? Cough cough…"
Today's dishes were a little spicy to begin with. When he heard Wen Xin's incredulous words, he choked on the spicy oil and his face turned red. He began to cough.
Wen Xin looked at him choking, and kindly poured him a glass of ice water.
After drinking a mouthful, Zhao Honghan finally regained his composure. His face was flushed red as he looked at Wen Xin in disbelief. "What did you just say? You are going to school?"