Meanwhile, after hanging up the phone, Jiang Beiyu stared at his own mobile phone and fell into deep thought.
To tell the truth, Jiang Beiyu had always felt that his sense of morality wasn't particularly strong, let alone his role as a moral exemplar.
But from what he could see now, he had underestimated his own professional ethics.
He was actually worried about his student's early romance.
If He Jingchuan or Jian Xin knew about this, they would suspect that he had been possessed by someone else.
Within two minutes of hanging up the phone, Jiang Beiyu silently stared at the pitch-black night sky outside the window.
After staring outside for five minutes, he seemed to have finally made up his mind. He stood up from his seat and, without looking back, went downstairs, opened the door, and walked out.
He stepped into the night filled with unknown dangers.
The moment he stepped out of the house, Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but mock himself in his heart.
