"Good, that's good." Jiang Tong smiled and moved her hand away from the door. She took a step back with one hand in her pocket and turned to look at the drawing board on the shelf. She had been looking at it before and saw Lin Huanhuan's unfinished drawing.
Seeing that Jiang Tong no longer wanted to make things difficult for her, Lin Huanhuan leaned against the door and calmed herself down. Then, she looked at Jiang Tong's back with a fierce expression. She rolled her eyes, pursed her lips, and walked forward, pulling the corner of Jiang Tong's clothes.
Jiang Tong felt it and looked down at Lin Huanhuan.
"Teacher, I was wrong. I'm sorry. Can you delete the recording?" Lin Huanhuan had a pitiful look on her face as she spoke in a low voice. Her eyes were red, and she looked very well-behaved and lovely.
"It depends on your performance," Jiang Tong smiled.
"Teacher, I'm begging you," Lin Huanhuan said coyly.