Gold Medal Mediator

My son's age, clearly aware of the approaching of her breath, but he didn't want to step back at all, and stopped his pace abruptly.

???? At this moment, she heard a chuckle from Hua Baihe, because the distance was so close that she could even discern the tiny trills humming in her nose.

???? "What do I want to do—it can't be because my father's money is too hot, and in order to humiliate you, I went to the trouble of inviting your mother to be the housekeeper, right?"

???? "Student Yun, can your ability be as strong as your self-esteem?"

???? She doesn't seem to have the extra patience to take care of the fragile and sensitive hearts of her peers. One sentence directly made Yun Yeman, a persecuted delusional patient, dumbfounded, wearing a pink rabbit. Pajamas, but when he walked sideways, he stepped out of the momentum of the runway show.

????Yun Yeman was stunned for a few seconds, and soon heard footsteps coming from the door.

???? She looked back and saw that Miss Yin, who had been dragged for 258,000 to 80,000 just now, was suppressed by a more powerful boss—

???? Yin Xiao smiled at her: "My daughter's grades were average before, I just learned about your study situation, if it is not troublesome, can I trouble you to make up for her after school? Supplementary lessons?"

???? Hua Baihe, who just said that he is incompetent: "...Dad, I was first in the class before."

???? Yin Xiao: "The first in the class who failed math?"

???? Hua Baihe: “…”

???? OK, Daddy.