Yang Liufang couldn't even bear to look at it.
Meng Fu held the teacup, still leaning on the back of the chair, and snorted. "A dream."
This sentence made yang Liufang and he tai freeze for a moment. Most of the people present had said something more realistic and material. Only Meng Fu gave a somewhat pretentious answer.
Yang Liufang looked at Meng Fu's expression. For some reason, she subconsciously asked, ""Then you ... Do you have any dreams now?"
She observed very carefully and seemed to see the obscure look in Meng Fu's eyes when she talked about her dream.
Yang liufang had been in contact with Meng Fu for a long time.
He also felt that he didn't know Meng Fu well enough. Yang Zhaolin said that Meng Fu was the smartest person he had ever met, and that he would definitely be a very dazzling researcher in the future.
However, Meng Fu seemed to be getting by. So far, the most focused thing he had ever done was acting, and he learned whatever he wanted.
