Small words densely packed, causing a bunch of people to squeeze into the front row.
"Qingqing, why aren't you correcting it?" He turned his head, looking seriously at Li Qingrong in the back row.
"Already corrected." Li Qingrong lowered her eyes, too lazy to deal with him, "Do you want to check it?"
"Hand it over."
"Huh?"
When Li Qingrong saw he really meant it, she didn't think too much. She simply handed it over, and he stuffed it into the drawer.
"Poor attitude, confiscated."
Li Qingrong: "....."
"Have you estimated your score?" She propped her head up with her hand, looked at Jiang Nian, and slightly parted her pink lips, "What's the total score?"
Jiang Nian didn't say anything, instead he clumsily changed the topic.
"How old is Old Liu this year?"
Li Qingrong: "...."
She turned away, too lazy to talk to Jiang Nian. Thinking about his unreliable style, she couldn't help but curve her lips.
