An Ning's face turned red instinctively, and she instinctively avoided the topic.
"Zhang Rui, do you think I got this problem right?" An Ning asked.
Zhang Rui had barely glanced at it when her phone lying on the table vibrated. "An Ning, sorry, I need to take a call."
"Sure."
Only once Zhang Rui left did An Ning breathe a sigh of relief.
Dammit, she really did not wish to reminisce about such an embarrassing incident from yesterday.
"Which problem are you having trouble with?" Kong Yunfeng asked as he sat down next to An Ning, his voice low.
His attitude was still so proper, without any complaints or pleas toward her, appearing as if the past hadn't changed anything, which made An Ning feel even more guilty, and also increased her respect for him.
Kong Yunfeng truly was a good boy.
An Ning pointed out. "This one, I'm not too certain."
Kong Yunfeng glanced at it. "For this question, the answer should be B, passive voice..."
