Nan Jiaojiao snorted coldly, "Not only does he fancy me, but he's also madly in love with me. I'm young and pretty, and I feel comfortable to hold, making him utterly bewitched."
"You're simply—"
Teacher Pan made as if to rush over but suddenly stopped, her face alight with schadenfreude.
Nan Jiaojiao turned around to see the man standing in the doorway, his dark eyes seizing hold of her, his handsome face expressionless.
A wave of unfounded fear washed over her.
Bo Yanching walked straight to the desk and asked, "How's the studying going?"
Bo Qingshan handed over his paper, "Uncle, I finished the exam a long time ago. Teacher Pan is dragging out the class and won't let us leave."
Bo Yanching took the paper and looked it over, while Teacher Pan hurried over to explain, "The young master solved a few problems in a rather complex way. I was just about to circle them and explain simpler methods to him."