"That's good."
Dan Tingye smiled faintly, patted her little head, and passed her to sit on the inside seat.
Seeing Jiang Nan beside him about to say something, he reached out to grab Meimei's wrist, pulling her to a seat, his voice neither heavy nor light, "Class is about to start, everyone should sit down quickly."
With those words, Jiang Nan froze, glanced at the professor already walking to the door, and walked to his seat with a drooping head, disappointed.
Meimei thought of the economics notes, quickly turned her head to look at him, swallowed hard, and finally summoned the courage to speak.
"Tingye, I want to borrow your notes to copy. I didn't understand the class just now, and I registered late, so I've missed a lot of previous courses and want to catch up."
Even though they just wanted to put on a show for her dad, she thought it was better to study seriously, just in case the ruse fell apart later.
