Dean Frist observed the unabashed heartache on Link's face, hmmmph, and then spoke, "I know it's not easy for you to make tea, so would a little compensation suffice?"
"Hehe... Thank you for your care, Dean,"
Link's thick skin had formed over time. He quickly caught the drift, "May I know what good stuff the Dean intends to give me?"
Dean Frist was too lazy to deal with such a shameless Link. He put down his tea cup and went on reading the material about "Construction".
Link didn't press on. If he pursued too much, he would appear not only pleasing but rather annoying.
After a long while, Dean Frist put down his intelligence tablet again and continued watching Link, not saying anything for a while.
"Dean, is there a problem?"
Link felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze. Even knowing that Dean Frist had no complaints about him, he still felt anxious.
