The two little dragon girls ran over.

Muse stood and glanced at Berang, who was standing off to the side. Even though she could hardly contain her excitement, she still very politely spoke to Francesca first—after all, it was the teacher who had called her over.

“Teacher Francesca, what did you call us for?”

“Haven’t you always admired Mr. Berang, Muse? I didn’t see you just now—otherwise I would’ve called you over sooner.”

As she spoke, Francesca squatted down, reached out to pat Muse’s small head, then raised her index finger to her lips.

“But don’t tell anyone, okay? This is your teacher opening a back door for you.”

Francesca was quite fond of this little one.