After she sat down again, Zhang Yuyan had regained her dignity.

Hanzi saw her sitting in a majestic position, with a serious face, and was proud of herself: "Hey hey, it's so cool that such a punctual teacher loves me." Prosperity appeared on her face, and she looked at her badly with an oblique eye.

Zhang Yuyan dared not provoke him again this time. She glared at him angrily and scolded him, "I'm not going back to class yet."

"Receive it, Mr. Zhang, go right away." The cold son suddenly responded loudly.

Zhang Yuyan was suddenly shocked by his loud voice and immediately stared at him again.

Hanzi put out...