Chen Xiaoqian had already made up her mind. When the teacher asked her, she would gravely tell the teacher that during this treatment, she let personal emotions guide her, felt sympathy for the poor family, and thus needed time to restore her mental state, which was why she missed Mr. Qio— the teacher surely wouldn't punish her.
Qian adjusted her glasses and smiled like a sly fox.
Mr. Qio observed her reaction, amused.
"Chen Xiaoqian."
"Hmm?"
"Your performance today was satisfactory."
What nonsense, Qian glared at him. What's this guy rambling about again?
No matter what, she should leave quickly, to avoid running into that professor.
Outside, Qian found a spa and had a good massage to relax. When she finally thought of turning on her phone, a flurry of messages came pouring in, mostly from Da Yi, and one from Mr. Liu.
Qian opened Mr. Liu's message, which was a passionate sentence: Good job, the industry has high hopes for future leaders. Keep up the good work!
Huh?
