Following behind Xu Hongzu were a dozen or so senior professors.
Soon, Zhan Qipei was surrounded by a group of old men for a session of criticism and education.
"Zhan kid, don't you know there's such a thing as proper conduct between men and women?"
Zhan Qipei, with his chin slightly raised, replied, "She's my wife."
"You're only in a contract marriage, which is ending in a few days."
"She's my wife," Zhan Qipei emphasized.
"Even so, you can't do that sort of thing to Xiao Jing in public!"
"She's my wife."
The group of old professors was about to explode with frustration at Zhan Qipei.
Zhan Nanqing watched, wide-eyed and tongue-tied, feeling utterly shocked.
She knew Xu Hongzu was very fond of Qiao Jing, but she didn't expect all the senior professors in the institute to dote on Qiao Jing so much; it was as if Qiao Jing was their own granddaughter.
Does Qiao Jing really have such great charm?
How had she not noticed it?