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“Teacher Jiang, let’s go up and talk. You see… you had to witness this scene the moment you arrived. I apologize for making a fool of myself,” Lin Muyu said to Jiang Tong and sighed again.

“Okay,” Jiang Tong nodded.

A few minutes later, they arrived at Jiang An Garden Estate, unit 3 number 702. The house was not big, about 120 square meters. It had three rooms and two living rooms. It was well decorated. Although it did not look luxurious, it was very warm and full of family life. It was very suitable for two people to live in.

Jiang Tong looked around after entering the room. She knew what was going on here without even looking. She had been here many times and knew that two of the three rooms were bedrooms and one was Lin Huanhuan’s art studio.

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“Teacher Jiang, here are your slippers.” Lin Muyu gave Jiang Tong a pair of slippers. Lin Huanhuan, who had been forcefully pulled back, shook off Lin Muyu’s hand as soon as she got home. She went back to her room in a huff and slammed the door.

“This child…” Lin Muyu mumbled and sighed. He didn’t go over to scold Lin Huanhuan because Jiang Tong was still there. If he had another big fight with Lin Huanhuan and Jiang Tong saw it, then it would be completely impossible for Jiang Tong to be Lin Huanhuan’s teacher.

“Teacher Jiang, please sit here.” Lin Muyu politely invited Jiang Tong to take a seat. In the next hour, Lin Muyu poured tea for Jiang Tong and brought her fruits. Then, he put in a good word for Lin Huanhuan and brought a lot of Lin Huanhuan’s old drawings for Jiang Tong to see.

Lin Muyu was very warm and polite because he felt that Jiang Tong was either a rich second generation with a good family background or a genius artist. Otherwise, Jiang Tong would not look so rich. The possibility of the two being combined was very high. Lin Muyu did not doubt Jiang Tong’s painting skills. He thought that Jiang Tong was like those famous old teachers who did not lack money. Whether or not she was willing to teach students must depend on the quality of the students, not the amount of money given.

“Teacher Jiang, look… Lin Huanhuan drew this in kindergarten when she was five years old. She didn’t learn how to draw at that time, but she drew better than other children. The teachers at school even praised her.” Lin Muyu handed Jiang Tong a piece of painting that was a little yellow. It was not a sketch, but a watercolor painting. The painting was naturally very childlike.

Jiang Tong took it and looked at it, then smiled and said, “Lin Huanhuan is really talented. She’s very imaginative.”

After seeing almost everything that should be shown to Jiang Tong, Lin Muyu glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up, and said, “Teacher Jiang, if you’re free, why don’t you stay for lunch? I’ll go and make lunch. We’ll talk again after lunch. What do you think?”

“Alright,” Jiang Tong nodded.

Lin Muyu suddenly smiled and said, “Please have a seat, Teacher Jiang. You can take a look around. The studio is over there. I’ll go and cook now.” After that, Lin Muyu went to the kitchen.

Jiang Tong stood up, took out her phone swiped through it. Then, she put it away and walked to the studio. The studio was not big, but it was not small for a studio. It was a little messy with chairs, drawing boards, and a lot of pencils in the box on the table. Jiang Tong walked into the studio and looked around. At the same time, the door of the bedroom next door opened a little. Lin Huanhuan looked around the living room before she fully opened the door and came out. She could hear the sound of the kitchen. After looking around for a while, she saw Jiang Tong standing in the studio with her back facing the door. Lin Huanhuan thought for a while and entered the studio as well. She closed the door and leaned against it as if she wanted to block Jiang Tong’s way.

Jiang Tong turned around and looked at Lin Huanhuan.

“Aiya, why did you hit me? Don’t hit me,” Lin Huanhuan spoke in a frightened and aggrieved tone.

Jiang Tong just turned around and looked at Lin Huanhuan. She didn’t make a move and even had a smile on her face.

“I was wrong, teacher. Don’t hit me. Ouch, it hurts. Don’t pinch me,” Lin Huanhuan continued in a fearful and aggrieved tone. Her voice was trembling as if she was really scared. She cried out, “Teacher, stop! Don’t hit my face! Don’t pull my head. It hurts so much… You’re a pervert who hits children! I’m going to tell my father about this!” She immediately got into character, as if she had really been hit. At first, she acted like it was painful, but then it morphed into fear. Her voice trembled, and then she cried out of fear.