He Tiantian took care of Qiao Zhenbang and had lunch.
Qiao Zhenbang kept looking at He Tiantian, wanting to speak but hesitating.
His expression was too obvious; He Tiantian wanted to pretend she didn't see, but she couldn't help but understand.
Finally, she had no choice but to ask awkwardly: "Professor Qiao, do you have something to say to me?"
"...Little He, we've known each other for a while, so let's not beat around the bush!"
"Your daughter is already in college, an adult. Have you ever thought about remarrying?"
Qiao Zhenbang seemed very eager; he didn't even bother with preliminaries.
He didn't talk about feelings with He Tiantian but went straight to the point.
So straightforward and decisive, He Tiantian didn't need to pretend, and her surprised expression was visible.
Her eyes widened, and there was a slight, imperceptible hint of shyness and panic.
Seeing He Tiantian's reaction, Qiao Zhenbang smiled wryly, saying:
