"Nianhua, how did you learn foreign languages?" Pei Yining propped up her head, only seeing Xu Nianhua flipping through a dictionary one moment, then searching through a book the next. A few unruly strands of hair fell down, and Nianhua would reach up to tuck them behind her ear from time to time. That action—let alone men—even Pei Yining felt it was incredibly charming.
Nianhua looked so serious—it was simply enchanting.
Pei Yining's mind wandered all over the place, no wonder her haughty brother treated Nianhua so differently.
"As long as you work hard and stay focused, you can always learn well." Xu Nianhua's hand gripped a pen, quickly scribbling across the paper. For someone who used to be a training instructor, mastering the best way to learn foreign languages was really too easy for her. Those vocabulary words were like indelible brand marks, embedded in her memory.
