Feng Yi caught up and said breathlessly, "Uncle Ning, aren't you spending the New Year with us this year?"
The taste of mint candy on the tip of his tongue was gradually disappearing, and Ning Yan unconsciously furrowed his brows.
"I always spend the Spring Festival at the Research Institute, and there are other professors there too, it's quite nice."
Feng Yi cheerfully said, "Then you should get used to spending the Spring Festival with us in the future! You used to do that, or rather, you will do that in the future."
Upon hearing this, Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, glanced at her lightly before getting into the car.
Seeing him remain silent, Feng Yi had no choice but to follow after him.
The driver praised as he drove, "Professor Ning, I attended your lecture today, and it was really excellent... You will certainly shine brightly in this field in the future."
