A sudden and inexplicable sense of nervousness made him feel like his brain had suddenly crashed, unable to find his bearings, his mouth failing to speak.
After a while, Xie Wanying said, "If Teacher Chang doesn't have anything else, I'll head out first."
"Hey, wait—" In a moment of panic, Chang Jiawei reached out and grabbed her arm.
What's up? Xie Wanying turned her head and blinked.
"I—I'll see you off—" Chang Jiawei said as he felt his tongue tied as if wanting to slap himself twice to straighten it out.
"No need to trouble yourself, Teacher Chang. The bus station is very close by. I can take the route 18 directly to our school," Xie Wanying politely declined.
"No, it's like this," with great difficulty locating his tongue, Chang Jiawei swallowed twice more urgently and told her, "You previously agreed to let me treat you to a meal. Don't forget."
That matter? Didn't the senior just jokingly mention it?
