Sheng Chuyi was outmaneuvered, feeling as if he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own foot.
"My fault, I forgot that a 3,000-word task is an impossible feat for you."
"Who do you think you're looking down on?" Shen Zhaozhao grew even angrier, pulled out the reflection essay from her bag, slapped it onto his hand, and said, "I finished the reflection, but I don't want to talk to you right now, so you are not allowed to speak to me." After that, she huffed and walked ahead.
Sheng Chuyi lowered his head to glance at the reflection in his hand, not expecting that the girl had really finished it. Then, he quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "I wasn't looking down on you, just meddling out of concern, afraid you wouldn't learn your lesson. Shen Zhaozhao, I can't always be there by your side."
"I'm fine, aren't I? You're making a mountain out of a molehill." Although Shen Zhaozhao was still angry, her demeanor had significantly softened.
