Old Chen managed to maintain his dignity as the head teacher of Class One, sternly refusing the students who just wanted to let loose after the exams.
And about drinking? Why bother?
Considering how hard things usually were for Chu River, gosh, even getting enough to eat was a question!
Thinking of this, Old Chen, feeling a bit bold, dug into his wallet and pulled out 200 bucks—
After all, as a middle-aged man, he felt insecure without carrying cash.
Without a word, he stuffed the 200 yuan into his student's hand.
He solemnly said:
"Hold onto this, and don't tell your parents."
Chu River: ...
If you hadn't mentioned it, she really might have forgotten she had parents.
But she had already dealt with them last time, what should she do now, go beat them again for fun?
In Old Chen's eyes, her hesitation implied that the child was clearly moved again.
What's this compared to?
Old Chen, feeling awkward, coughed and tried to explain:
