Su Wen really felt he was in the midst of an illusion. Professor Wang, who was usually so serious, now only had eyes for women and did not seem to want to leave this wretched place at all.
If that were the case, wouldn't he have to come to this kind of place every day from now on?
"Zhang Yan! How could you be in a room with such an old man? Didn't you say the person would definitely be either rich or noble? Judging by his clothes, his demeanor, his age, he doesn't seem like it at all!"
"You haven't, you know, done that with him, have you!"
Zhang Yan nodded, feeling incredibly uneasy inside.
"Zhang Yan, aren't you called Xiao Mei!"
Song Lan cursed Wang Xuejun internally, appalled that a man of his age was still seeking such pleasures.
After all, which girl would use her real name at work outside her home? It was obviously fake.
Today she's called Xiao Mei, tomorrow she might be called Xiao Hua or Xiao Cao.
