"Professor Nie, you've reached such an age; do you really still believe in love?" Although Nie Guangyi was not opposed, he always harbored a skeptical attitude.
"When I was young, my father was too concerned with his own reputation and missed out. Now at this age, it would take true love to still give my father the motivation to get married," Nie Tianqin didn't hide anything.
"Reputation..." Nie Guangyi wasn't quite sure how to evaluate it.
"Datou, for most of my life, I have been burdened by reputation."
Nie Tianqin conducted self-analysis: "When I was young, I was afraid people would talk about a teacher-student romance, so I tiptoed around and didn't dare to face my feelings. Nearing retirement, I feared people would accuse me of academic dishonesty, of tampering with my son's aspirations."
"Why bring up such ancient history as aspirations?"
"Alright, I won't mention it." Nie Tianqin was quite relieved: "Living up to now, father has finally understood. Thank you, Datou."