Yan Ying couldn't tell what or why Xiu's mood suddenly turned from straight face to a blooming smile. But she couldn't deny that smiling Xiu looked the best. Whenever she had a straight face, Ying would vaguely get the feeling as if something was troubling her.
As she parked the car before Dylan's house, she asked, "How's Dylan's progress?"
Xiu's smiled vanished as she replied, "He is a hopeless case."
Ying chuckled softly, "No wonder I often hear something breaking. I hope, you're not planning on breaking his head one day."
"If he kept this attitude, I might really end up cracking his head like a walnut!" She really was pissed off. How could she not be? Dylan had been giving her a really hard time lately. His progress was still nowhere to be seen. She really didn't know why but his fingers would just not coordinate. She told him to do some exercises, and even then, it felt like his fingers had a mind of their own.
