"Whether you become an entrepreneur, I have no idea, but judging by your filthy mouth, bullish behavior, and this vulgar fashion sense you're drenched in, I'd say you're inseparable from two particular words for the rest of your life," Hao Jian said with a smirk.
"Which two words?" He Zexi inquired.
"Moron!" Hao Jian replied succinctly.
"I'll fuck your ancestors, you dare to mock me?" Enraged, He Zexi raised his fist, ready to strike Hao Jian's face.
"Zexi, don't be rash." At this moment, an elegant-looking student came out of He Zexi's car.
Immediately, he looked at Hao Jian with a smile plastered across his face: "Teacher Hao."
"You are?" Hao Jian frowned, having no recollection of this young man.
"We have met before at the joint event held by the Business School and the Chinese Medicine Hospital," the student reminded him.
"Oh, that's right, now that you mention it, you do look familiar," Hao Jian nodded, recalling he was also at that event.
