As soon as Song Wei finished speaking, Xu Shu muttered, "So boring!"
Doesn't he know some things should be understood but not spoken aloud?
It's also that fraudulent Confucian student who messed up the job for him, took the money and did a bad job. Wrote such a crappy article that his father, with his already low cultural level, couldn't understand a few sentences, guessed he'd hired someone to ghostwrite, and gave his own son a heavy beating.
Luckily, his father showed some mercy and didn't hit his face, otherwise he wouldn't have made it out the door today.
Song Wei reached out and took Xu Shu's snack box, "I'll leave the matter of finding the Divine Doctor to you."
That attitude of asking for help was passable, at least.
Xu Shu's expression finally improved a bit, "My dad said if he doesn't see my original work in three days, he'll skin me. So, you think about it!"
