Song Anjing was even more curious: "…Really? What kind of lousy textbook? Let me see who the lousy author is?"
Qin Xin remained silent.
But the place Qin Xin's finger was pressing, was right on the author's name: Feng Liang.
Song Anjing's eyes widened, and her expression suddenly became a bit complicated.
Somewhat embarrassed and awkward: "So it's that old man..."
Xiangxiang was curious: "Which old man?"
Song Anjing bit her lip, her expression becoming even more nuanced, hesitant to speak: "Anyway, he really is a lousy person."
Xiangxiang could hardly believe it: "No way? The textbooks Young Master Jue sent over should be compiled by very famous teachers... Is there a mistake?"
Song Anjing was silent for a moment.
