On Tuesday noon, Lin Jie received the project application report that Song Licheng had rushed out overnight.
He made a few alterations, printed it out, signed it, and then asked Song Licheng to submit the report to the Medical College and the Affiliated Hospital.
In the evening, just as Lin Jie was about to have dinner, An Kemeng came in, looking grumpy with a small frown!
Lin Jie joked, "What's wrong, who upset you?"
"Hurry up and tell me, I'll let Qin Gang take it out on them for you, he's quite the fighter!"
"I'm angry at myself!"
An Kemeng said pitifully with a pained expression, "Teacher Xu said my math foundation is a bit weak, so I've been kept behind for tutoring these past couple of days."
"Jie brother, if I'd known earlier, I wouldn't have bothered, hmph!"
Lin Jie found it amusing and said, "This is their way of expressing gratitude. You should gladly accept it!"
"Actually, my math grades aren't bad at all; I really don't need tutoring."
