Do you think he will still wait for me?

When he was discussing problems with the people sitting in front and behind him, he was also very comfortable with them. He got along with them like ordinary people, and no one would judge him by his looks.

On the other hand, Lu xiuche quite liked this cram school. After it ended, he parted ways with the students he had just met and got into the car across the road.

"Young master, where are we going now?" the chauffeur asked.

"I have an appointment with Yue tingfeng for a movie this afternoon. Let's go to the cinema."

"Okay, but, young master ... Sir ..." The driver nodded.

Lu xiuche rubbed his throbbing head. After an entire afternoon of intensive supplementary lessons, his eyes were filled with all sorts of numbers, and his brain felt bloated.

"Do you think he'll still be waiting for me at home?" he smiled.