The teacher frowned after listening. "The focus isn't on the handwriting; it's about the content inside. Take a look at what he wrote first. Besides, the fact that the child writes well is largely thanks to me."
An Ning quickly put on a smiling face. "I misspoke, the credit goes to the teacher."
"Mm!"
An Ning looked again. "Qianqian is only five years old, yet he can write so many words. Although there are pinyin mixed in, he has a good expressive ability. His studies must not be bad, right?"
The teacher glared at An Ning again, clearly unhappy. "I asked you to look at the content of what he wrote."
"Sorry, I'll read it now." An Ning seriously began to read. "The saddest thing for me..."
As she delved deeper, An Ning's eyes grew wider and her face redder.
And her heartbeat kept getting faster...
Oh my god, what on earth did this little brat write.
"Sorry, there must be some misunderstanding here, I know about these things," An Ning stuttered out.