London.
Mingshen grinned in satisfaction, imagining the look of satisfaction on Jia's face in turn. If everybody was annoying Jia with their inflated egos then who was the best person other than Mingshen to compete with it or?.
Or should I say overkill~? Compete is such a downsized word. Hehe she will be so happy, I know it~
"Xie."
"Xie."
Mingshen was ignoring those calls at first but after repeated summoning, he turned and looked back. An elderly English man stood behind him with his hands on the back and with a certain brightness in his eyes.
"From your expression I can say you know nothing about me."
"Should I be knowing you?" He arched his brow.
"Your father was my student so yes it would be nice if you had."
Mingshen blinked. "Dad? Have you taught XX university of medicine? Wait…are you William Johnson?"
"So he did talk about me."
"At passing sometimes. He never talked much about his uni days."
"I can see that. Xie was a very quiet man. Is he still like that now?"
