Zhou Fu stood with his hands behind his back, not planning to waste any more time with Lou Xinrou, and decided to head back inside Wonderful Hall.
After all, Lou Xinrou came every day to beg for a few minutes, stood at the door for about ten minutes, and then left, so he really didn't need to spend time with her every day.
"Mr. Zhou, please consider me, I really will study hard."
Lou Xinrou held a bag over her head to block the sun, continuing to plead.
As long as she begged a few more days, Zhou Fu would surely soften and agree to her request.
Zhou Fu had no intention of paying any more attention to Lou Xinrou, stepping into Wonderful Hall, only to see someone that brightened his eyes instantly.
"Teacher—Miss Qiao, why didn't you give me a heads-up before coming? I would have brewed your favorite Pu'er tea!"
Seeing Zhou Fu's 180-degree change in attitude, Lou Xinrou felt a surge of annoyance and sourness in her heart.