章節 1151: The Poor Teacher Doesn't Deserve Your Apology?

"Two."

Casually said but enunciated clearly.

Tang Wanru and Jiang Xianrou finally began to feel nervous. They felt a little uneasy, unsure what Qiao Nian was up to.

After all, Qiao Nian had said that she would only count to three.

Humans were creatures that one should never test the limit of. If one did not set a time limit, not many people would feel a sense of urgency. Once one set a countdown for something, the pressure of time could drive a normal person crazy.

"I said, I'll only count to three." After all, she was from the Jiang family. For the sake of Jiang Li and Old Master Jiang, she kindly reminded them, "You'd better consider it quickly. Time waits for no man."

"I'm your elder, Qiao Nian. Is this your upbringing!"

Tang Wanru had never suffered such humiliation before. All the blood in her body rushed to her head, and her face was already red. She was clearly panicking, but she still pretended to be unyielding.