"Your class was much more fortunate than ours; our head teacher only knew how to sternly remind us to revise carefully. He told us to believe in ourselves, that we were the elites among the elites. Plus, he had this goatee that would wiggle every time he talked."
Qi Helian also gesticulated with his hands as he described it.
"Hahaha..." Anning laughed, covering her mouth with her hand that held the knife and fork.
Her laughter echoed throughout the entire restaurant, causing ripples of emotion in the heart of the man across from her.
...
Once Ji Chicheng got off the plane, he rushed to the hospital. The VIP ward was very quiet, with two bodyguards in black standing at the door.
Also there was the long-serving personal assistant of the old man, who became excited upon seeing Ji Chicheng approach, "Young Master, you're finally back."
