Teaching?
Impossible.
Zhong Liang has billions in family wealth waiting for him to inherit!
...
Nighttime.
A little past nine.
Tang Qing had the fighters send them back.
On campus.
The six walked toward the dormitory.
"Tang Qing is really something else." Li Mo sighed.
Zhong Liang nodded.
"Yeah, five Bachelor's degrees, and now pursuing a combined Master's and Ph.D.—this isn't just genius-level anymore. Right, Zeng Rou, you've visited Tang Qing's house the most. What does Tang Qing actually want?"
"What does he want?"
Zeng Rou pondered.
Then shook her head slightly.
"Logically, since he has so much money, you'd think he loves money. But I've noticed that he seems to treat life like a game. What he truly enjoys isn't making money but rather some odd, peculiar things."
"Sketching, painting, carving... and the antiques in his house swap out every time. After all this time spent with Tang Qing, I still can't get a read on him." Zeng Rou said.