10,000 Dollars Per Cup. Drink up

The person carrying the fruit plate was none other than Wang Ran.

Lin Yi noticed her the moment she walked in, but he didn't say it out loud.

Qin Han and the others were stunned. Did he meet someone familiar?

Why did she call him Teacher Lin?

Lina, who was standing at the side, tactfully turned off the sound system in the room because she felt that the atmosphere in the room didn't seem right, and she needed to calm down.

"Old Lin, is this your student?" Qin Han asked curiously. "She's really pretty."

"She's a student from the university. I taught her class," Lin Yi said lightly.

"Lin, Teacher Lin, I, I..."

Wang Ran clutched her skirt and was about to cry. Her words were stuck in her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

"This isn't a school. You don't have to call me teacher," Lin Yi said.

"What a coincidence," Qin Han said. "Since we're on the same side, sit down and have a drink with us."