Not long after, the school bell rang for the end of the day.
Yang Gang was still sitting honestly at his desk, flipping through his copy of "Self-Cultivation of Actors," seemingly very 'engrossed'.
An alluring aroma filled the air, it was the scent of jasmine—exactly to Yang Gang's liking. Young Master Yang reflexively inhaled deep, only then raising his head up.
A beautiful, fair face with a touch of shyness, it was Shen Jing.
"What's up?" Yang Gang asked curiously.
Shen Jing nervously rubbed her hands together, saying, "If there's anything you don't understand, I can teach you. As the heir of the Yang family, you need to learn about management."
"It's not my turn to inherit." Yang Gang shrugged nonchalantly.
"What?" Shen Jing was taken aback.