Xiang Weilai slapped the paper in his hand onto the table, "Right answers."
Ye Ling couldn't help but want to laugh seeing Xiang Weilai's lazy demeanor and the way he slapped the paper onto the table. In her past life's memories, Xiang Weilai always stood by with a faint smile, as if he was naturally noble, and never let mundane things touch him—his nobility was such that no one ever imagined such things would involve him.
"Well, I also want to see how my answers compare." Ye Ling sat down, grabbed the paper Xiang Weilai had brought over, and started checking it against the answers she had copied down—first the multiple-choice, then the big questions.
