Song Wei listened to this and smiled gently.
He reached out, passed Wen Wan, and picked up a few sheets of dried rough-edged paper from the writing desk, carefully looking at the characters on them.
Wen Wan's cheeks instantly heated up, extremely embarrassed, reaching out to grab, "Don't look..."
The words she wrote when not in the right mood were not perfect; she didn't want to expose such awkward work in front of him.
Song Wei successfully dodged Wen Wan's attempt to grab it, holding her opportunistic little hand with his left hand while holding the rough-edged paper with his right. His eyes swiftly scanned over it, then looked at her with a gentle gaze, not intending to mock. "As a teacher, I have the right to know my student's progress and offer some guidance."
Wen Wan's restless hand suddenly calmed down, now looking exactly like a student caught not completing their homework earnestly and having a private talk with the teacher, anxious and uneasy.
