"What? You still want to run?" Fan Cheng saw Prajna throw away his hand and wanted to run again.
"Yes." Prajna nodded honestly. Yes, if she didn't keep running, she would be suffocated by this depression.
"How dare you!" Fan Cheng took action again and squeezed her wrist hard.
"Why don't I dare? Why can't I run? Is the teacher really my father? Does he care if I run up?" Prajna struggled to get rid of him, but couldn't get rid of him. He only squeezed her tighter and tighter, making it more and more painful.
"Didn't your classmate say that? Once a teacher, always a father. I have been your teacher for a month. I don't care what happened to you?"
"Oh, then I have had so many teachers as my dad since I was a child, so I have to open a wholesale market for dads? I don't want such a cheap dad!" Prajna looked at him angrily, saying what the fuck.
"You have to take this from me if you don't want it!" Fan Cheng said, pulling her into his arms.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
