Summary
My son got in trouble at school, and the teacher asked to see his parent. The homeroom teacher turned out to be my ex-boyfriend.
He adjusted his glasses. “Your nephew?”
I took a sip of tea. “My son.”
“Feng Qingqing, you’re 23, your son is 17-do you take me for a fool?”
I smiled without warmth. “My husband is 53. What’s wrong with having a 17-year-old son?”
“When did you become so materialistic?”
“Teacher Fu, do you still have feelings for me?”
He slammed his hand on the desk, barely containing his anger. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. “Get out!”
Oh, he was really losing his cool.