He Jieyu: Okay, looking forward to it. Mr. Yan should be downstairs soon, you better prepare your lesson, haha.
Zhang Jingdong: Preparing lessons is what ordinary teachers do. Me, your man, I'm a top-tier teacher, always improvising, yet every time making you students fully enjoy and learn happily. Admit it?
He Jieyu: Though there's a bit of bragging in your words, I have to admit, it's true.
Zhang Jingdong: Alright, see you tonight. I'll have a good talk with Mr. Yan, so you won't have any worries.
He Jieyu: Hmm, thanks, hubby.
Zhang Jingdong: No need to be so polite with me.
The reason Zhang Jingdong is so bold to chat carefreely with He Jieyu, knowing Yan Ning is already downstairs, is because after the last lottery draw, his sense of smell has greatly improved, allowing him to accurately sense Yan Ning's position.
Just as he put his phone into his pants pocket, Yan Ning pushed open his office door.
