What did An Yan mean by that?
Is she saying I'm stupid? An Shimeng thought, and this time, she truly burst into tears. She made no sound, just let large teardrops fall.
An Yaoluo felt a pang in his heart. He took a tissue and handed it to her, then said to An Yan in a stern voice, "The President of Luocheng University is away on an exchange visit, but once he gets back, I'll talk to him immediately."
"Once it's settled, you'll be a freshman too."
He wanted to remind An Yan, If you can't achieve something yourself, don't use it to belittle others.
An Yan didn't catch the hidden meaning in An Yaoluo's words; after all, she'd started publishing papers at the age of sixteen.
What she focused on was another point. "I've said it before, I'll handle my school arrangements myself."
"Yanyan, you..." An Yaoluo's brow furrowed into a tight knot. After a moment, he softened his tone. "Fine, then tell me, how have you arranged it?"
