"Teacher Hu, how can you say something like that?"
Hu Xiuqiao hadn't bothered to lower her voice. There was still another male teacher in the classroom who hadn't left—the same one who had previously passed a message from Leng Yuan to Gu Jiaojiao. His name was Zhao Zhengfei.
He chided Hu Xiuqiao before turning to Gu Jiaojiao, his tone gentle.
"Teacher Gu, don't worry. Making desks and chairs for the school is everyone's responsibility. We may not be carpenters, but we'll help out too."
He was genuinely afraid that Gu Jiaojiao would go and persuade Leng Yuan not to do it.
From his interactions with them recently, Zhao Zhengfei could see that Leng Yuan absolutely doted on his wife.
If Gu Jiaojiao just said the word, Leng Yuan might actually refuse to help.
But the school's desks and chairs were nearly all broken. The principal had submitted a request almost half a year ago, but the higher-ups kept rejecting it.
