"Classmate, that was really rude. I'm not a fly, oh, and by the way, you should be calling me 'teacher' as well," Yang Gang said.
"Teacher?" Sun Li's eyebrows conveyed a hint of disdain, "You?"
"Mr. Yang serves as the acting director of internal medicine at the university's medical school, with a monthly salary of eight thousand yuan." Yang Gang gestured the number eight with his hands.
"Pfft—eight thousand yuan…" Sun Li curled his lip, "Maybe don't flaunt that amount in front of a beauty, huh?"
"No no no, even if I made a thousand yuan a month, this beauty wouldn't despise me," Yang Gang said, and immediately took Zhang Miao's hand, adding, "Wife, wouldn't you agree?"
Cough cough!
Sun Li choked, his normally unflappable composure violently shaken.
With a face full of exasperation, he said, "Wife? You really have some nerve. Let go of her hand now!"
