Yu Minglang thought about several harmless ways to deal with her, feeling that a good man must be ruthless like this—even if it was self-proclaimed ruthlessness, it was still ruthless!
Inside, Qian was still trying to persuade Mr Liu, who initially was frustrated, but after chatting with Qian for a while, felt much less angry.
"You sure understand me, girl. I can't believe you trapped me; I really didn't notice how good you are at chatting before."
While chatting, Qian listened more than she spoke, but one sentence could hit the nerve.
"I feel we get along well, teacher. When I apply for graduate school, I'll come to you."
"With your current level, I think you've already surpassed graduate school." If not seen personally, who would have thought that a child just entering university would be so intuitive? The more one looks, the more likable it becomes.
