Truth be told, Beiyu, who was used to wearing high-quality tailored clothing, felt very uncomfortable in the clothes that were equivalent to something one might find on a roadside stall.
This discomfort did not escape Nanzhi's notice.
She thought: Teacher Jiang must be a kind of princess and the pea on another level.
But to be fair, Teacher Jiang's appearance, even in such ordinary clothes, could still look like a million bucks.
Nanzhi supported the disabled Teacher Jiang back to the car. The spot where he had just sat was still wet, and she dried it for him.
"Nanzhi," Beiyu paused, "you really don't seem like a young girl."
Nanzhi stuffed him into the car and suddenly smiled, "Teacher Jiang, you are also the unluckiest man I've ever met."
At her words, Beiyu chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Even you can see that I am unlucky?"
Nanzhi couldn't see his Fate Design, but she could see the dark bruise on his forehead.
