"Yao Tang, stop right there!" Luo Hua tried to catch up with her, but she was too fast. By the time he had moved, he could already see her sprinting down the corner–disappearing as fast as he could blink.
"That girl," he sputtered. "Has she no respect?"
Xi Yan pursed her lips, not even bothering to chase her student. Instead, she assisted Yao Ran from the railing and tilted her head. "Are you okay?" She might as well tend to this student first.
..
On the way back, Yao Tang's phone rang.
"Hello?"
Cheng Yan blinked, stunned by the girl's haunted voice. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
He didn't ask any further. Instead, he leaned back against his seat and tilted his head. "Well, how do you want to deal with it?"
