The group that left Professor Wang's house all exuded a scholarly aura; it was unclear which group of intellectuals they were from. Wang Hongying accompanied them to the street corner before returning.
Wang Hongying, who was wearing glasses, appeared to be in her forties or fifties. She had a neat short haircut and didn't look much different from Zhou Wang's memory, even though Zhou Wang hadn't attended many of her classes...
"Jiang Mo, you're here?"
Facing Jiang Mo and Jiang Qingkui, who came up to greet her, the returning Wang Hongying first smiled and nodded at Jiang Mo, whom she had contacted earlier, then looked at Jiang Qingkui, who had her hands in her pockets, with a very kind expression.
"Qingkui, how long have you been back in the country? Have you gone to see your teacher?"
In front of Wang Hongying, Jiang Qingkui's face was not as cold, and she revealed a smile.
