Jiang Nian glanced at him sideways and asked.
"What did you call the person?"
Li Hua touched his chin, thought for a moment, and said.
"Granny, braised eggplant."
"Haha, you look ridiculous," Jiang Nian laughed, "She's only fifty, haha, her grandchildren aren't even born yet, and you call her granny."
"No, how do you know this so clearly?"
"Downstairs neighbor."
Those four brief words pierced Li Hua's heart, breaking through his defenses. Damn, there's nepotism everywhere, can't this society of connections just die already!
At that moment, Li Hua completely forgot he had a dad working at the prosecutor's office.
On the way back to the senior year building,
Jiang Nian ran into Zhou Haifei again. By coincidence, they bumped into each other's sights in the rain under umbrellas.
Her umbrella looked somewhat worn out, just like her ugly black-framed glasses. Never having exchanged a word, yet meeting many times, the last time should have been at the stairs.
