Shen Qingshu hesitated for a moment, "I'm very picky about my criteria for taking on students. Whether male or female, I don't really care.
It's just, they must have talent; I don't like communicating with those clueless fools."
Okay, as soon as he said that, Wen Ran felt like she finally understood why Hu Dacheng sought guidance in vain and resorted to such drastic measures.
This old man, he's aged, and his tongue is quite sharp.
Even though his tone is gentle, the words spoken aren't exactly pleasant.
Worried that Shen Qingshu's words might offend Wen Ran, his companion tugged at him and tried to smooth things over, "Hahaha, Wen Ran, please don't mind, Shen is just sharp-tongued but soft-hearted.
Actually, he's really not a bad person.
In the past, when Hu Dacheng was clueless and sought advice, Shen was generous with guidance.
It's just that, who knows what's inside Hu Dacheng's head?
