Of course, Hell is no exception. True nobles need no graduation certificate; they can issue one on the spot if necessary.
Luo Yan said nothing.
He simply watched Vivian quietly.
Of course, the esteemed Congressman Luo Yan wouldn't naïvely think Vivian needed anything like that; he was just reminded of his own childhood and grew increasingly irritated.
Why should these kids avoid the rain that the congressman has endured?
Darn it!
Not just winter break homework, the credit system must be arranged!
Under that stiflingly silent scrutiny, Vivian's voice making up excuses grew quieter and quieter, finally turning into mosquito-like hums.
Three seconds later, Miss Colin's mental defenses completely collapsed, crumbling like an avalanche.
"Oops..."
Vivian spontaneously slipped off the couch, carefully selecting the softest spot on the thick red wool carpet, then bent her knees, skillfully kneeling down.
The movement was fluid.
Clearly, it wasn't her first time doing this.
