Doesn't the homeroom teacher see the little fatty's behavior in class every day?
But she didn't say anything, after all, she just received a big red envelope for Teachers' Day.
She is planning to lead them for six years and replace her car.
This old man's already ugly face looked even uglier due to his arrogant tone when he spoke. His assorted features were independent of each other, and he looked at Lu Nanchen with disdain, scorn, and contempt.
Pretending to be sanctimonious, still a pauper anyway.
"Let me tell you, a few thousand yuan is nothing to me," the old man braced one hand on the armchair while dragging his face, his mouth wide open, the rest of his teeth were almost as yellow as his gold teeth. "But to you, a laborer, it would be months worth of salary."
The class teacher still had a brilliant smile on her face, silently agreeing with the old man's words while looking at Lu Nanchen with a hint of pity.
This man is so handsome; it's just a pity that he's poor.
