Common sense, everyone can preach it, but it always depends on the person involved.
Perhaps what Gu Changsheng said was too harsh, as if it was meant to strike someone down, but that is just the way it is…
For Dong Zhenzhen, who was in the academic field, clambering up the ladder, seniority was too important.
Maybe when she reached thirty, the resistance to moving up would be much smaller, the school would have no problem promoting her exceptionally if she had the ability, but now, she was too young and lacked these essential qualifications.
It was to be expected.
As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Zhenzhen fell into a prolonged silence.
Gu Changsheng didn't care, calling over the waiter, he ordered the food for himself, not considering Dong Zhenzhen's preferences, a mix of heavy and light dishes, a full table's worth—he had received her gift…
Even if the gift was from himself, the sentiment still had to be returned.