"Shang? Teacher Shang?" Liao Juntao's voice was filled with disbelief.
However, among the students who graduated from Dongzhi No. 1 High School that year, the memory of this elusive figure who had taught them for less than a year in their senior year was still fresh!
"Did you just finish your exam?" Shang Jianghan took long strides closer, and even before he arrived, he had already extended the umbrella over the girl's head.
"Oh, I just finished. Weren't you out of town?"
Two days ago, Shang Jianghan had an unavoidable short trip out of town.
"I've dealt with it, let's go." The man casually reached to take the examination material bag from her hand.
As Shen Chaoxi turned around, she remembered the acquaintance beside her, and hurriedly greeted him.
"Someone's here to pick me up; I need to go."
It wasn't until the Maybach was out of sight that Liao Juntao came back to his senses.
No, despite being dazed, he had seen the recent scene very clearly.