Fan Shaoming didn't need Su Xiaoyue to say it; he knew that things weren't as simple as they seemed on the surface. If that weren't the case, would he bother to meddle in such a trifling matter? His son liking Su Xiaoyue as a class headteacher is one thing, but his willingness to intervene was quite another.
"Mr. Fan," Su Xiaoyue looked up at him, and raising her hand as if to push the frame of her glasses up her nose, she remembered something Fan Shaoming had said once. She dropped her hand and turned her face away but didn't continue speaking.
There were many things she still couldn't tell Fan Shaoming.
After all, they had only known each other for a short time, and his sharpness frightened Su Xiaoyue, so she avoided talking about them.