Hong Jiaxin's timing was perfect.
After she had knocked down the driver, she instantly turned her head to look at Luo Yang, slightly flaring her nostrils, her gaze seemingly saying, "How about that?"
Luo Yang, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, clapped his hands and gave Hong Jiaxin a thumbs up.
Flushed with excitement from her master's praise, Hong Jiaxin's pretty face was brimming with a joyful smile.
However, she suddenly remembered that she was a top student while Luo Yang was a poor one.
Now that she was so pleased with the compliment from a poor student, she felt somewhat unreconciled and quickly suppressed her smile, even feigning annoyance as she glanced coldly at Luo Yang.
"Squad leader, you're amazing," Luo Yang laughed.
"Good that you know!" Hong Jiaxin lifted the corners of her mouth.
When she turned away, her back facing Luo Yang, she smiled secretly to herself.