In the eighties, there were no cafés, so the two of them just strolled casually along the roadside. A handsome man and a beautiful woman walking together attracted countless envious glances.
"They're all envious of me," Su Huai'an said with a smile, "Ningning has now become a celebrity at the General Union, and many of my students admire you." Su Huai'an thought of the bunch of brats he taught and felt his teeth itch with irritation.
Hmph! Every one of them looked at Ningning's photo like a bunch of wolves, and they even wanted to acknowledge her as their aunt. Ridiculous! They were practically asking for a beating!
Su Huai'an, in teaching others, felt that he wouldn't resort to punching someone directly. He didn't need to lift a finger to make you wish for heaven's help, but in vain. Crying for your father and mother would be useless.
He fully demonstrated the virtues of an intellectual.
Sheng Ning, hearing him say this, scratched his head awkwardly.
