He Qing put down the phone, still not too happy.
The one who had just called happened to be an elderly member of her Tai Chi Square Dance subgroup. Those professors had always taken good care of her, and now it was her turn to be helpful, He Qing naturally felt reluctant to decline.
Besides, those professors were just asking for a favor, not truly knowing what had happened. They probably thought it was a small matter, just needing a helping hand. If she were to decline, she would have had to expend even more effort convincing them and explaining the entire situation... No matter, He Qing puffed her cheeks and, with her bag in tow, huffed out of the school gates.
This time, after all, she was the one seeking help, so she followed the principle of being respectful to her benefactors. Already at the school gate, a private car had stopped to pick her up, arranged by Gu Rongan.
In certain details, Gu Rongan, that little upstart, was indeed more popular than Zhang Xuehua.
