After school, Zhao Wenzong came to find her with a briefcase slung over his shoulder.
"How's your study going, Yingying?" Standing in front of her desk, Zhao Wenzong reached out to help her tidy up the stationery.
"Pretty good. I was just thinking of thanking you for finding me a great teacher," Xie Wanying said.
"Teacher Shan is a really good person. I've looked up his home address. If you have difficulties attending classes in the future, I can accompany you to his house, and you can ask him directly if there are any questions you don't understand. He knows you're a medical student at Guoxie, and he greatly admires you," Zhao Wenzong said.
"Anyway, thank you very much," Xie Wanying smiled at him, "I'll treat you to a meal later on."
"No need. Didn't I tell you? If you come to me, I'll treat you to a meal. If I go to your place, you help me treat my illness," Zhao Wenzong replied swiftly, having already thought about how to "exchange benefits" with her.
