These words were enough to destroy the image of a goddess that she had built in front of everyone.
Thinking of this, Jian Yiyi scolded Jian Ai in her heart thousands of times. She had lowered her guard this time, but that didn't mean that she would let it go.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Jian Yiyi was still a child. She was both embarrassed and angry. She couldn't help but cry.
Jian Ai walked towards the class from the corridor. After leaving the lecture theatre, she hid her expression and returned to normal.
In the end, Jian Ai still gave Jian Yiyi a way out. Otherwise, if she played the recording, everyone would know her true colors.
However, faced with a fourteen-year-old girl, Jian Ai still could not completely harden her heart. She had experienced a colorless childhood in her previous life, so she knew better than anyone how deep the trauma left behind in school was for a person.
