“It’s OK.” Zhang Ye had always felt that if everyone gave him face, then he’d have to return the favour.
As a result, he signed each and every book, there were more than thirty books.
Teacher Leng blinked at him throughout waiting for Zhang Ye to finish signing on all of the books. Then she coughed and cleared her throat before coming forward to ask, “Then, Teacher Zhang, may I also ask for your autograph?”
Zhang Ye laughed, “Of course, you’re being too polite.”
Teacher Leng by now had lost all her composure as the form teacher of a class. She excitedly rummaged through her bag and took out her notebook for Zhang Ye to sign on. It looked like she was truly Zhang Ye’s fan.
After he had signed it, Zhang Ye said, “Mengmeng’s a naughty child. I hope you would help us take care of a her a little. If she causes any trouble in the future, you can look for me. I will scold her.” Basically, he was asking Teacher Leng to give a little more attention in taking care of his cousin.