For no apparent reason, Nie Guangyi suddenly felt like covering his own eyes.
How annoying, when did the tears of a genius become so worthless?
Why not save them up and sell them to those who missed their desired university by just one point on the entrance exam?
He had wasted a whole 68 points...
Surely that could help 68 students achieve their dreams...
Nie Guangyi forcefully adjusted his emotions and said with a hint of teasing, "Professor Nie, you're no good... How come you don't have any direct students in Italy? You always have to ask for help from those on business trips, it must be so inconvenient..."
"There are... there are some..." Nie Tianqin's tone was somewhat incoherent.
"Can't believe a distinguished supervisor is stuttering now?"
"It's just... tomorrow aren't we going to your Padua Firm?"
"And then what?" Nie Guangyi was genuinely curious.
"There's an architect in that firm, he is my student," Nie Tianqin finally "confessed."
