Seeing this, Wang Yanran pouted and said, "Go ahead, keep working hard."
"When you become a marquis or a saint in the future, you might forget about me."
"..."
Chen Fan's body froze, he could no longer focus on reading the book.
He put down the scroll and helplessly asked, "Didn't you go back home? Why did you return when the academy is closed?"
Seeing him speak again, the trace of resentment on Wang Yanran's face instantly vanished, and she laughed, "I was afraid you'd be lonely by yourself, so I came back early."
"And as I suspected, they don't even dare to be with you anymore."
Saying this, Wang Yanran glanced angrily around, and the few scholars who were eavesdropping on their conversation immediately grinned awkwardly and buried their heads in their books.
"Can't blame them," Chen Fan laughed and said, "After all, Second Brother's actions that day were too overbearing, making Wu Yong and others' elders kneel outside the mansion for three days and nights."
