This McLaren F1-LM...

After telling Jiang Yu, Su Yehao walked straight into the store.

Linda Yun immediately noticed him when he appeared in the mirror. She turned around and smiled, "What are you doing here?"

"The new store opened, so I came to take a look. What about you?" Su Yehao asked.

Linda Yun told him, "Me too. I live nearby. I originally made an appointment with a friend, but her boyfriend was free today, so I got ditched."

While speaking, Linda Yun noticed Jiang Yu.

She obviously recognized Jiang Yu, a student from the next class, and reminded him with a mischievous smile:

"You're a bit greedy, aren't you? You clearly have a girlfriend, but you still wrote me that kind of letter. Miss Jiang is a well-known beauty in our grade, with excellent grades and a great personality. You should cherish her."

Su Yehao said helplessly, shrugging, "Jiang Yu is just staying at my house temporarily, accompanying her to choose birthday gifts for her parents. We're just friends."

"Haha, why are you so serious? I'm your teacher. Help me see, which color bag looks better?"

Linda Yun was wearing a white short skirt tonight, with black stockings on her legs, paired with silver high heels.

With her long hair and pretty face, although she was not old, her temperament was sexy, charming, and fashionable, in the transition from youth to maturity. Several old men in the store who were accompanying their wives shopping had been secretly looking at her again and again, and Su Yehao had already noticed it.

Perhaps it was precisely because Linda Yun was not old, and was a Chinese-American who grew up in San Francisco, that she seemed quite open-minded when dealing with Su Yehao's love letters.

If it were another teacher, they might have regarded it as a heinous and evil idea, and would have asked the parents to discipline him severely.

After picking and choosing, Su Yehao told her, "Black is more classic."

"Right? I think so too. This brand's Boy series is very popular, but you often run into the same bag on the street..."

Jiang Yu stood outside the store, dozing off and spacing out.

She didn't notice that a man had appeared beside her. Wasn't he the math teacher, Yang Zibo?

At this moment, Yang Zibo's cheeks were bulging, and he was gnashing his teeth.

He had been helping a friend by taking photos for the car dealership for publicity, and had seen Linda Yun a long time ago. He only had time to chase after her now, trying to run into her and say hello.

Unexpectedly, he finally found the Linda Yun he had been thinking about, but this woman was actually with Su Yehao!

Instant misunderstanding.

With the camera still in his hand, Yang Zibo took pictures while being angry and ashamed, muttering:

"Shameless! No wonder she kept rejecting me. She actually wants to marry into a wealthy family and be a gold digger, not even letting her own students go. I won't let you succeed!"

Jiang Yu looked over lazily when she heard the noise.

She only saw Yang Zibo's profile, vaguely feeling that he looked familiar, but she didn't pay much attention...