Song Sizhi:..."Chatting is chatting, what's with the personal attack?"
"Humph————."
"You don't understand shit about the joy of being a top student. Cells are my love too; I can keep researching them for eight years. How many couples can't even make it past the seven-year itch?"
Song Sizhi's crude words make a lot of sense.
They've been diving into their research careers for eight years.
How many couples in this world haven't passed the seven-year itch.
How many people pledge to stay together for a lifetime at marriage, only to end up on different paths?
It's really too many.
"People who contribute to their country may not be good husbands or wives, but they are certainly loyal to their ideals. Teacher Fu, everyone has different dreams and goals."
Song Sizhi spoke and even earnestly patted Fu Yuan's shoulder.
After she finished speaking, she settled Jiang Muwan.
She opened the door and went to the restroom.
The club was bustling with noise, and music was incessant.
