"Math: 1..."
Sun Jiao had just seen the first two words and was about to see the score.
Who knew.
Bao Gucheng suddenly bent his wrist, directly moving the phone out of her sight, and presented it to Mr. Gu: "Sir, please take a look first."
Such respect for the old and reverence for etiquette.
It made Sun Jiao anxious, itching to know.
Just how awful did Zuzi score? How awful?
Gu Pinting was even more uneasy, wondering if Mr. Bo was covering up for Zuzi, trying to fool Mr. Gu and everyone else.
She eagerly leaned behind Mr. Gu, stretching her neck to look.
Who knew.
The old man stared at the phone screen for three seconds, suddenly held his breath, and fell back.
Beside him, Bao Gucheng swiftly pulled a bottle of emergency heart pills from the old man's pocket and gave him one.
With a mouthful of hot tea, Mr. Gu finally regained his composure: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect..."
