Hesitant, embarrassed, conflicted. With the phone in his hand, Du Heng couldn't bring himself to press the call button, nor did he know what to say.
"RING!"
Du Heng was startled by the sudden ringtone, his hand trembling slightly.
When he saw the caller ID on his mobile phone, a tingling sensation shot up from the base of his spine.
"Teacher."
"Xiao Du, I'm sorry."
Li Jianwei, on the other end of the line, began with an apology, his tone quite sincere.
Did the girl confess to her family?
Du Heng was slightly alarmed. While admiring the girl's courage, he quickly said, "It's alright, Teacher. You didn't mean for it to happen."
"Ah," Li Jianwei sighed heavily. "That girl has been spoiled by her family. She's read too many books, has too many of her own ideas, and is too headstrong.
"She insisted on finding someone with a Ph.D., saying they would have more in common. Xiao Du, this is my fault. I didn't ask clearly enough. It's her loss that she doesn't appreciate you.
