"And Teacher Bai—" Chang He sighed. "He always carries weight. If he's putting in this much effort, that student must really be quite good; and even if that student has issues, as long as Teacher Bai cares, then it can't be wrong."
"Once we approve this student in the re-review, nothing will happen. If it doesn't work, I'll go talk to the dean and to Teacher Bai. It's fine, you don't need to worry about it anymore."
Chang He fit very well the public image of a "psychology professor": regular features, a gentle temperament, attentive to others' feelings in social interaction, and usually soft-spoken with his wife.
"But—I just feel that student's research is so hollow!"
As Bi Yanling spoke, her eyes turned red.
Chang He sighed, got up and sat down beside his wife, putting one arm around her shoulders while lifting the bowl of soup with the other hand. "The soup you made today is really good. Don't you want to taste it yourself?"
