TSFLIP Chapter 943

Just then, Ming An’s phone rang. One glance at the caller ID told him exactly what it was about. “Xia Fengguang is with me.”

On the other end, the homeroom teacher of Class A in Division A had already rehearsed what he was going to say, but with the principal speaking so directly, he suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

Ming An didn’t bother explaining why Fengguang was with him. He ended the call outright.

Though he was usually carefree and disliked meddling in affairs, within the school his position and authority were beyond question.

He put his phone away and walked over to Fengguang. Her face was resting against the table, eyes closed; it was hard to tell how long she had been asleep. Acting on a whim, he lightly tapped her cheek with a finger. She merely frowned slightly and didn’t wake up.

He nodded to himself. At least she seemed fine.

Ming An bent down a little, studying her face for a moment, and murmured, “You really do look like your mother.”

Because of Xia Chao, he had met Wang Ci before. She was undeniably beautiful, but sharp-tempered and difficult to deal with—someone only Xia Chao could put up with for so long.

Fengguang’s features clearly resembled Wang Ci’s, and even her proud, temperamental personality felt strikingly familiar. The old saying about children taking after their parents really did make sense.

Leaving her alone here didn’t sit right with him. The two suspicious men at the tavern earlier had clearly been watching her; if he hadn’t stayed nearby, things might have gotten out of hand.

Being responsible was troublesome.

With a quiet sigh, Ming An decided he would take her back himself. He leaned forward slightly, intending to wake her—

At that exact moment, Fengguang stirred.

She lifted her head abruptly, and the sudden movement brought them far closer than either expected. They froze, startled by the unexpected proximity, both instinctively pulling back at the same time.

Fengguang blinked, fully awake now, and stared at him in confusion. Ming An straightened immediately, clearing his throat and stepping back to give her space.

“…You’re awake,” he said calmly, as though nothing unusual had happened.

She nodded, still processing the moment, and pushed herself upright.

The awkwardness lingered for a brief second—but then passed, unspoken, as both of them chose not to dwell on it.