Zhang Chun's expression suddenly turned unnatural. "I failed to look after you properly. I've made you suffer."
Yang Hui was speechless, then laughed in spite of himself. 'How can he blame himself for not taking care of me? Where is this even coming from?'
But he saw that Zhang Chun's expression was dead serious. He hadn't been joking at all.
He inwardly dismissed it. 'Brother Chun is overstating things!'
"Brother Chun, about the favor I asked you for yesterday—I'll have to trouble you with it!"
"It's a small thing. The reason I asked you here today is related to that. Wenren Du'Er's school transfer is all taken care of. She's in an honors class at the No. 7 Middle School Main Campus!"
'That was incredibly efficient.'
He knew Zhang Chun was influential, but to get something done the very next day after it was mentioned—and to arrange a transfer into an honors class at the best school in Qingzhou, no less—was no simple feat.
