When An Xiulan could postpone meeting with her tutor, Han Zixin wasn't lucky enough to do the same. The old man had been storming on his head and if he by any chance refused to have a tutor, he was sure that he would be dragged back to the new humble villa that his grandfather had been talking about.
Under no circumstances, he was ready to go back to live with the old man. He had his own parents – the only parents he was ready to acknowledge, not the ones that gave birth to him only to throw him away.
"Hello, I'm Song Xueyun, I will be your tutor," Song Xueyun monotonously said while Han Zixin was left gaping at her. "Your grandfather booked the table for tutoring you every day."
With this said, she took a seat in front of him and began taking out notes and all the material that he needed.
"Do we have any problem, Student Han?" Song Xueyun asked, raising her brow at him coldly.
