Afternoon classes?
Leng Junsheng had never expected Lin Feng to say something like that. He knew Lin Feng was a teacher at Uncle Ding's school, but the idea that Lin Feng was thinking about teaching at such a time was unthinkable for others—how could he still be thinking about classes? Impossible! Leng Junsheng had been ready for Lin Feng to make some demand, but Lin Feng had simply said nothing was needed, a response that forced Leng Junsheng to reevaluate him. How many young people like him were still around?
After sizing Lin Feng up from head to toe once more, Leng Junsheng thought to himself that there was hardly anything in Tianhai he couldn't handle. To think that Lin Feng would just refuse such a favor, what was he thinking? If it were someone else, they would be itching to sit down and negotiate terms, eager to seize any advantage. But Lin Feng had dispensed with the opportunity without a second thought—could it be that he truly saw no value in Leng Junsheng's favor?
