So Dad was a renowned philanthropist in academia!
He loved helping those in need and would give away his entire fortune without hesitation.
Anyone who heard that would give him a thumbs-up and praise him as the timely rain of the Imperial Capital and the righteous hero of Haizhou.
Lin Xiaohan was nearly driven to laughter by his sister.
His father, Lin Shuangtian, had once had a bad habit of gambling for fun. Whenever he met someone, if they exchanged more than three sentences, he would try to get them to place a bet.
A visiting professor at one of the Four Great National Universities, he had been so poor that he ate every meal in the student cafeteria.
To this day, North China Imperial Capital still had a heartwarming tale about Professor Lin's modest lifestyle and devotion to scholarship: how he had lived on nothing but plain water and steamed buns.
If he hadn't happened to meet his future wife, who was interested in ancient history, one of the branches of the psionic field, and fallen in love with her,
then married into her maternal grandparents' prestigious Imperial Capital family, Professor Lin would have starved to death.
Come to think of it, Mom had also been one of Dad's students...
Wait, why did I say "also"?
"Fine, fine, you win. When you've spent everything and can't afford clothes or handbags, and have to sell your collections to get by, don't you dare shed a single tear."
Lin Xiaohan was filled with helplessness. If he'd known that sending Lin Yunqing to the Youth Palace as a volunteer teacher would lead to this, he would have begged their parents to reconsider.
As the head of the General Affairs Office at Qiguang Hengda University, and with his own past experience working at