If it were the past, Ruan Jiaojiao might have guessed completely right.
But now—Shu Jie was no longer the Shu Jie she used to be.
Owing her daughter so much and having seen her daughter's past misery, in her heart, all these so-called social niceties and rationality meant nothing compared to a thousandth of Ruan Jiaojiao's wellbeing.
After Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, Shu Jie stood up.
She walked to where Wa Yiting was still hiding behind Fu Juan, and the class teacher subconsciously moved aside.
Now Wa Yiting had nowhere to hide and could only look at Shu Jie with red eyes, her gaze filled with fear.
She thought this beautiful aunt would definitely scold her, or even yell at her, but that did not happen. Shu Jie's voice was even gentle, so gentle it was hard for her to believe.
"Wa Yiting, you took our Jiaojiao's seat, did you talk to her about it?" Shu Jie asked.
Shu Jie's voice was too gentle, so gentle it was somewhat enchanting; Wa Yiting honestly shook her head.