Ye Nianmo frowned. "Your talent is really not as good as Ao Xue."

Ding Yiyi stared at him, feeling lower, and his hands unconsciously stirred the buttons of his coat.

Ye Nianmo looked at her funnily as if she was a child. She couldn't help laughing. "Talent and effort are two different things."

Ding Yiyi was stunned. Is he comforting her? Before returning to her mind, Ye Nianmo had already gone out. She gritted her teeth and chased him up. In order to meet Ye Chuyun's expectations, she must design a set of precepts for him.

Towards dusk, Ding Yiyi got out of the car in a despondent mood. A...