Su Yayan saw that he had the same look of anticipation as those old professors and felt embarrassed. "No, it's my personal matter."
"Your personal matter?" Ye Qiliang's expression changed slightly. He looked at Su Yayan in fear, afraid that this big boss would go on strike.
Su Yayan's scalp turned numb. "My aunt is pregnant, and she'll be giving birth in a month or two. She's not young anymore, and I can't help but worry about her when she gives birth. I'm planning to accompany her in a month's time. I might have to stay there for another month or two before coming back. If you don't mind, can you change the weekend classes to online lectures? Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll have to stop for now."
Ye Qiliang heaved a sigh of relief when he knew that Su Yayan wasn't going to go on strike. He immediately said, "I don't mind, I don't mind. Let's use the online lecture method. We'll organize a group of good people to attend the lecture."
"Thank you."