She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu picked out some of the students' opinions and told them to Yan Zhan.

In fact, he just wanted to break the silence in the elevator. After hearing this, Yan Zhan's expression became even colder.

"She's quite popular in school." If she wasn't popular, so many people wouldn't have come forward to speak for her.

Those who say that Manshu should not have appeared obviously have some difficulty in distinguishing right from wrong.

In this matter, Yan Siyu got the upper hand anyway. Some people even said that she took on the pain of losing his parents for Manshu.

Is this still human language?

Manshu has been without his parents since he was a child, and Yan Rulan got pregnant before marriage. Manshu suffered much more than Yan Siyu.

"She is quite popular." Manshu responded without much sincerity.

Yan Zhan rubbed her hair and said, "Don't worry. Anyone with a bit of common sense should know that you are the biggest victim."

Manshu was rubbed so hard that he subconsciously shrank his neck.

For some reason, Yan Zhan became more and more fond of touching her.

But she became more and more uncomfortable. Every time he touched her, her heart would pound and her face would feel like it was on fire.

Manshu thought to himself, it was all because of Third Uncle’s appearance that he was such a disaster.

Yan Zhan thought of another thing: "If she wants to live on campus, let her live there, don't worry about it."

Originally, Yan Zhan planned to buy another house for Yan Siyu in Sijin Community.

Didn't she want to move out of the school before? Now I can fulfill her wish.

But living on campus is better.

At least safety is guaranteed, and no accidents in the future will be blamed on Manshu.

"Yeah." Manshu nodded, then hesitated, "Will she affect the Yan family if she lives in the school?"

Yan Zhan supported Manshu's head with his hands again: "What are you thinking about? If the Yan family is so easily influenced, then it means I am incompetent."

Manshu was stunned. Yan Zhan said this lightly, but to Manshu it sounded indescribably domineering.

Yes, if the Yan family was so easily influenced, they would no longer be the richest family in City C.

She seemed to be a little misled by the words of her classmates at school.

Yan Zhan stuffed her into the passenger seat and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. Go to class and prepare for the family reunion banquet this weekend. As for the rest, I'll take care of it."

Manshu looked into Yan Zhan's deep eyes, and his heart pounded as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze: "Okay."

Yan Zhan ruffled her hair again and came over to fasten her seat belt.

Caught off guard, dry lips brushed across her forehead.

Manshu's face suddenly turned red.

This doesn’t seem to be the first time!

Yan Zhan was slightly startled, his eyes filled with dark colors, and his strong emotions were suppressed by him.

If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would have been unable to control himself at this moment.

Under the car lights, Manshu's cheeks were pink, and Yan Zhan seemed to have noticed something, with the corners of his lips raised.

"Manman, are there any boys in school who write love letters to you?"

"Ah?" Manshu looked confused. How did he suddenly jump to writing a love letter?

She is still a child.

"No, I just transferred here not long ago."

Manshu spoke unclearly and had no idea why Yan Zhan suddenly asked this.

Parent survey?

"What about your previous school?" Yan Zhan narrowed his eyes, displeasure hidden in his narrow pupils.

"There was even less of that before. I was almost invisible in my previous school."

Manshu's words were self-deprecating, but they were also true.

As her witch bloodline has not awakened, she is bullied by everyone in Xiangshui High School.

I’m afraid that her classmates in that school don’t have a deep impression of her now.