The tone sounded as if he still wanted to whistle at Jiang Beiyu.
Jiang Beiyu, "Young lady, where are you looking?"
Su Nanzhi, "…Mr. Jiang, my eyes just naturally wander over here, it's not something I can control, you know."
Jiang Beiyu, "You think you have a point?"
Standing up from the floor, Su Nanzhi began to tidy up her bedding and pillow, her earnest little figure showing no signs of the verbal ruffian she had just been.
Jiang Beiyu really couldn't fathom this young girl, who was mostly serious, but occasionally she could be a bit... cute.
"The person from last night is still downstairs, do you know what to say if you go down?"
Having a late-night tutoring session at a teacher's home was questionable enough, and now having spent the night—moreover, in Jiang Beiyu's room—was even more so.
It could be said jumping into the Yellow River wouldn't wash her clean, and Su Nanzhi didn't want to tax her brain about it.
