Elder Xu was different from all the scholars, students, and even reporters present. He was isolated from the world, and his life was boring. In front of him was a mountain that he could never walk out of, countless numbers that had been checked more than a hundred times, and his determination to succeed.
He was gentle and elegant, with a gentle temperament, like a polished smooth Jade. When he treated people, he always made the children a few generations younger feel comfortable, like they were bathed in the spring wind.
That kind of natural gentleness would make one's temper disappear whenever they came into contact with him. She wanted to get close to him quietly, shake her tail, and reach out her meat pad with her hidden sharp claws. She was afraid that if he touched her chin, she would let out a groan from her throat. She was so comfortable that she wanted to turn over and show her weak and round belly, defeated by gentleness.
