Xia Ziqian gave them a glance and simply stood the book up for them to see the title. He then placed the book back quietly.
None of the children understood what the title of the book was, they looked at each other in confusion.
"Hey, can you really understand it? I've been studying English for a year and I can only understand a few sentences in it," a little boy curious, stood next to him, trying hard to look at his book.
Xia Ziqian raised an eyebrow, confidently asked, "Would you be holding a book you can't understand and read it here?"
The little boy honestly shook his head.
"So, that's it." Xia Ziqian shrugged, looking casual.
"Ah, that's right, I heard the teacher say that you just came back from America. It's normal for you to be good at English," the chubby one finally said something constructive.
"Really? Did you come back from America?"
Xia Ziqian felt that not only was the little girl annoying, the little boys were the same.
