Sheng Tang made up her mind that today she would stick to her father and extract the secret of last night's guest.
Through gentle coaxing and indirect questioning, she would surely gather some clues.
In the end, her father agreed.
"Fine, I have a professional class today. Let her attend, she won't understand it anyway," Dad laughed.
Sheng Tang asked, "What class is it today?"
"Third-year Mechanics of Materials," Dad said.
Sheng Tang: "...."
Her father was a teacher at the School of Materials Science and Engineering at the Geological University, and as a liberal arts student, Sheng Tang indeed found these subjects incomprehensible.
But she was determined to go.
Every time they went out, it was Mom who drove, as it seemed Dad didn't like to drive.
Faced with his daughter's question, Dad defended himself proudly, "I do have a driver's license, your mom just doesn't let me drive because she likes to."
