Qin Guanglin didn't pay any further attention to the follow-up, as arguing with internet trolls is the biggest waste of time—unless he had too much time on his hands and was bored enough to indulge them a little.
With He Fang by his side now, even if he was just leaning on her to watch TV and collectively making fun of the variety show host, it was far more interesting than scrolling through crap... ew, Weibo.
Life is fleeting like a swift horse passing through a gap, so why bother getting angry with irrelevant people?
"Ah..."
He opened his mouth towards He Fang.
He Fang's hand was exceptionally agile with the knife, cutting and spearing a piece of apple to his mouth in one swift motion.
Teacher He saw them from the side hall, and his face took on the expression of an unimpressed subway rider; even the peanuts and liquor in his hands lost their appeal. He put on the lids and went back to his room.
The night deepened.
