Qingran finally understood what it means when a real misunderstanding arises, that no amount of explanation, even with eight mouths, could clarify things.
She hadn't figured out why she needed to explain to Xie Ying'an, when her mouth uncontrollably spelled out the cause and effect.
Xie Ying'an's expression softened slightly as he tapped the phone screen: "You mean... the transfer student looks like this, this person?"
Qingran nodded, then thought about it and shook her head: "I don't know, I've never seen what Liang Fan actually looks like. But my older cousin has, and that's what she said."
"Liang Fan?" Xie Ying'an looked deeper into Qingran's dark pupils, his smile not reaching his eyes: "Not bad, the transfer student has only been here for a few days? And you've already remembered his name."
Qingran: "..."
Please, Xie Ying'an, revert back to being normal!
