"Wuwuwu. Mr. Luo, how can you bear to watch a poor, weak, helpless student fall into a defamation trap?"
"I'm still just a kid in my early twenties, all I wanted was to protect my human rights. What did I do wrong?"
"Please help me, Mr. Luo—"
While Luo San was deep in thought, Gu Yu suddenly pretended to start crying on the call, and although he couldn't help but smile, Luo San on the other end of the phone perceived it as tearfully sincere.
"This…" Luo San's hesitant voice sounded through the phone, and Gu Yu knew that Luo San was already beginning to waver.
So he pressed on, "Mr. Luo, I really need your help! I can't think of anyone else to turn to!"
Gu Yu's voice was sincere and straightforward, but he played a little trick.
Because he knew Mr. Luo was a teacher who almost unreservedly helped his students.
