"Jiang Chen is still impressive, coming to a concert without even knowing who's performing. Not a single ticket was sold."
On the way back after the meal, Xie Wendong couldn't help but say as he held the steering wheel, keeping an eye on the traffic ahead.
Not exactly a luxury car.
The BMW X5, known as the king of the road.
In the passenger seat sat his old disciplinary committee member.
The evening breeze blew in through the car window.
He felt quite satisfied.
"Does he even need a ticket."
Ouyang Qing was more logical.
"Yeah."
Of course, it was just a joke. Xie Wendong was well aware that the former classmate who once sought his help with chemistry problems had now become a "superman," capable of grabbing the stars. A mere concert ticket was nothing to fuss over.
"The main thing is Fang Qing doesn't blame him. If it were any other couple, the guy would be scolded to death."
