Could she really be a genius like Jiang Mianmian?
So, suppressing his excitement, he said, "Jiang Zhaodi, my student, you are indeed a clever child. If you study hard, you will definitely achieve great things. Come on, let me take you to your class."
"Thank you, Teacher, thank you, Teacher," Jiang Changhe said repeatedly. Apart from thank you, he didn't know what else he could say.
But hearing the teacher praise his daughter like this, he was very touched, feeling as if his spine had straightened a bit.
"Jiang Zhaodi's parent, no need to be so polite, this is all part of our job."
However, Jiang Changhai, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow indifferently. It was only second grade, after all, while his daughter was directly attending fourth grade.
But he had no desire to stay any longer, "Teacher, Changhe, I'm in a hurry to get to work, so I'll go ahead."
"Alright, go ahead with your work," the teacher nodded to Jiang Changhai.
