The boy was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, feeling somewhat disappointed, "Ah? They said it wasn't necessary anymore."
Sheng Xian said something to the boy, uninterested, and left the money on the keyboard before walking away.
The boy dejectedly stared at the change on the keyboard for a while, then got up and chased after him.
Sheng Xian had long legs and a quick stride; in just a short while, he had gone quite a distance.
The boy raised his voice, "Professor, Professor Sheng."
Sheng Xian stopped, turning his head to glance at the boy running towards him.
His gaze was somewhat cold; the boy shrunk back for a second, then mustered the courage to ask, "Professor Sheng, the young lady at lunch, she's your friend, right?"
Sheng Xian said nothing.
"Could you give me that young lady's contact information?" The boy felt a chill down his spine under Sheng Xian's gaze and subconsciously explained, "There were two extra dollars..."
