Guan Xiyun took a tissue from her bag, wiped herself clean, and complained, "It's self-inflicted torment. I'm all wet."
"Where is it wet?"
"Inside, outside, it's all wet, and you're responsible for it."
"Teacher, you're not mad at me?"
After wiping her jade-like legs clean and cleaning up the specks on the couch, Guan Xiyun finally glanced at Chen Mo with a mix of playfulness and reproach, "Why should I be mad at you? You did it to help me, although you didn't tell me the whole truth, but luckily, you didn't have any ill intentions."
If Chen Mo truly had harbored any ill intentions, she would have had to take severe measures.
No matter if it's a man or a woman, being so successful is not without reason.
Don't be fooled by Guan Xiyun's goddess-like looks; if she weren't ruthless enough, she couldn't have reached her position today. Plus, she is not related to the underworld; her occupation is still that of a teacher, which is not something ordinary people can do.
