Seeing the usually stern teacher lose composure like that, with coffee splashed in her nose, Qian felt a mischievous little joy.
The teacher had tormented her quite a bit in her previous life, so this was her small way of repaying her, and it felt particularly gratifying.
"Who did you meet?"
"Mr. Liu, a particularly handsome uncle— Teacher, do you know him?"
"I don't know! Who wants to know a man as stubborn as that!"
Qian suppressed her laughter; even someone as highbrow as the teacher could sometimes act so adorably, wasn't this just covering one's ears while stealing a bell?
"I think Mr. Liu is pretty nice, he..." Qian glanced at Liu Linlin and shook her head, "You don't like hearing about him, right? Then I won't say more, I'll talk about Yu Gangdan's workplace environment— lush grasses, beautiful scenery, with fallen flowers everywhere—"
"Are you reciting 'The Peach Blossom Spring' here? Where would you find lush grasses in winter, talk about the main point!"
