However, when it came to such an old-fashioned scholar, An Yiqing had a bit of understanding, after all, he had spent his life doing research and didn't understand worldly affairs.
But understanding was one thing, An Yiqing wasn't a saint, and she couldn't allow herself to be scolded for no reason.
"This... uh... Professor Zhang, what makes you so sure I'm less skilled?" She pondered for a moment, trying her best to speak to this old scholar in a calm tone. Recently, Peng Shaohe kept saying she was sharp-tongued, and An Yiqing was worried that if she accidentally spoke too harshly, and if the poor old scholar got so angry that his nose stopped working, she'd be out of luck.
