She was stunned for a moment; the voice sounded like Uncle Xiaobao, but there was something different about it, more mature and commanding.
Before she had time to turn around, the man had already wrapped his arm around her waist.
He Ziyi's eyes lit up: "Uncle Xiaobao!"
Pei Yuanchen smiled gently, "Why haven't you gone back yet?"
"They said that if it weren't for my surname He, the professors wouldn't even look at my work." Ziyi felt somewhat aggrieved.
Pei Yuanchen had actually listened to their conversation just now with complete clarity.
Seeing this woman's aggrieved complaint, he found it amusing, but couldn't help feeling a bit of anger as well.
He glanced at those girls, his face devoid of any expression, but his gaze was intensely cold.
"There's some truth to that." Pei Yuanchen suddenly smiled, "They're just speaking honestly, that's all."
Ziyi looked at him in disbelief, her cheeks puffing up again.
