Sheng Tang was preparing to retaliate against the incident at her father’s school step by step.
She hid the scarf away for future use.
She also knew there would definitely be other arrangements coming. She was waiting too.
However, she couldn’t be with her father every day and was very worried that he might fall into others’ traps.
Every day at dinner, Sheng Tang would ask her father, "Anything interesting happen at school today?"
Her father rarely talked about himself.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk, but no one in the family ever asked him. He wasn’t the type to initiate conversations about himself all day.
Everyone has the desire to talk about themselves. Her father was no different, just a regular person.
"Not really interesting, but today a few students..." he started to say.
Sheng Tang listened carefully, but there was nothing useful.
It was Friday again. At noon, her mother called Sheng Tang, saying she had to attend her little brother’s parent-teacher conference and asked Sheng Tang to go home early to help grandma with the cooking.
Sheng Tang agreed.
Gu Shiting invited her to his house for dinner, but Sheng Tang didn’t go. She went straight home.
Under her apartment building, Sheng Tang saw a red car. It was small and bright, looking like something a girl would drive. She took a second look at it.
She always liked to observe her surroundings, and she had a good memory. There was no such car in their neighborhood.
She looked inside the car.
A boy was sitting inside playing on his phone, the window barely cracked open, shivering from the cold.
Sheng Tang’s greatest strength was her memory.
What she had seen, she never forgot, even if it was just a fleeting glance.
This boy was one of her father’s students. She had seen him in the classroom.
She knocked on the car window.
The boy was a little surprised, and rolled down the window.
"Hello, I’m Sheng Tang, Professor Sheng Sidong’s daughter." Sheng Tang introduced herself proactively.
The boy quickly opened the car door and got out, "Hello, hello! I’ve seen you. You came with the professor to our class not long ago."
Sheng Tang smiled, "Yes, I remember you too. You’re my dad’s student. What’s your name, senior?"
"Jiang Zhonglian," the boy replied.
Sheng Tang nodded.
Glancing at the car, Sheng Tang suddenly thought of something and asked directly, "Did you drive here for Senior Chen Zhan?"
Jiang Zhonglian responded without any defense, "Yes, she came to see the professor about something. Her points were all deducted, so she couldn’t drive. I have a license, so it worked out."
Sheng Tang smiled, "Why didn’t you go upstairs?"
"She told me to wait for her," Jiang Zhonglian replied.
Letting a boy drive over, then making him wait downstairs...
Sheng Tang suddenly thought of something, her heart tensing slightly. She casually chatted with Jiang Zhonglian and added his contact information.
As they were talking, a very pretty girl, Chen Zhan, came out of the building.
Seeing Sheng Tang, she smiled, "Hey, junior."
"Senior, is something up so late?"
"Just finished discussing my thesis," Chen Zhan laughed. "It’s cold, you should head home."
She treated Sheng Tang as a little kid, totally unguarded around her.
Sheng Tang smiled.
She entered the building, deliberately taking the stairs, and looked down from a second-floor window.
She saw Chen Zhan posing in front of their building, and Jiang Zhonglian taking a photo of her.
Sheng Tang understood.
She returned home and found her father and grandma both there.
Grandma was busy in the kitchen, with the familiar smell of food wafting through the house, filling it with a warm, homey atmosphere. Sheng Tang felt a sense of warmth.
Her father was in his room, door open, writing something at his desk.
Sheng Tang knocked on the door frame.