"Okay, Uncle Yun, my nephew depends on you all, okay..."

"I'll see you another day... Well, goodbye, Uncle Yun!"

Hang up the phone, Wang Jun turned his head and looked at the classroom of Class Six. His mouth was slightly raised and he smiled coldly. He was ready to raise his legs and go back to his classroom.

Just then there was a voice behind him.

"Junge, I'm sorry." The voice was low, as if it had been hit hard.

"Yang Lin?" Wang Jun listened to the voice and turned around, looked at Yang Ling who had changed his clothes and pouted his lips. "Forget it, don't blame you, that...