Song Ning decided to throw caution to the wind.
She furrowed her brows and shouted at Jiang Chengshi:
"You suspect me? I went out of my way to get you onto this train! And you still suspect me! Anyway, I've seen your photo. How else would I recognize you?"
Back at the hospital, hadn't she led both old men around by the nose?
Sure enough, Jiang Chengshi immediately backed down.
"I don't suspect you! Not at all! You're Lao Qi's student. Why would I suspect you? I'm just curious! Curious, understand?"
Even though he really wanted to ask one more question-
Even if she had seen a photo, it had been seven or eight years since he graduated. Surely he had changed at least a little?
How had she recognized him at a glance...
But-he didn't dare ask anymore.
One look told Song Ning that Old Man Jiang's suspicions hadn't completely disappeared.
So she told him, "Professor Qi also told me stories about the two of you!"
"Oh! What did he tell you?"
Jiang Chengshi was more than willing to hear more information to soothe his deeply unsettled heart.
"He said your names match those of two historical figures.
There was a novelist in the Tang dynasty named Duan Chengshi. He had handsome features, excelled at poetry, and carried himself with easy grace. Not only do you share his given name, but your personalities are alike, too."
Jiang Chengshi's eyes lit up at once. "Yes! That sounds exactly like something Lao Qi would say!"
"Duan Chengshi wasn't just quick-witted; he was also widely knowledgeable. He wrote the famous Youyang Zazu, which recorded all sorts of gossip, anecdotes, and strange secrets.
His household also had a famous physician named Li Shiyuan, who was not only skilled in medicine but also a