One should not hit a smiling face.
Moreover, Xi Jiangmao was a teacher from her department. His polite words left a good first impression on Murong Qiao.
"Actually, I should have sent an email, but I'm really not good with electronics at this age."
From the outside, his hair was white and he was already in his sixties.
Xi Jiangmao was a little embarrassed. "I've written down all the problematic areas and suggestions regarding your thesis. Here."
He handed over a stack of A4 paper. Murong Qiao reached out to take it and casually glanced at it. There were dense words written on it. The handwriting was very beautiful, as if he had practiced calligraphy.
"Alright, thank you, Teacher." Murong Qiao took a few glances and put it into her bag.
Xi Jiangmao smiled even more happily. "I know you're the best student in our department. I think very highly of you.
Just send me the thesis after it's amended. There's nothing else."
