Dr. David gave Zhao Xiaodie the first impression that he was a kind and knowledgeable elder, much like most professors teaching at universities, easily overlooked or even dismissed as harmless.
However, if Ye Wudao were here, he would definitely not think so. Although Dr. David seemed like a kind person, there was a shady sharpness in his eyes. People like him were usually the ruthless old fox type—not all those who carry the title of doctor are good people.
"What would you two like to drink? Coffee? I only have coffee here, no tea," Dr. David asked, knowing that Eastern people have a preference for tea.
"No need, thank you, Dr. David. We have just come from a coffee shop and have already had our coffee," replied Zhao Xiaodie.
"All right then. I wonder how I might be of assistance to you? My student, Liu Shaojun, has already told me about your situation, Miss Zhao. If there's anything I can help with, please feel free to ask," said Dr. David.
