"Mr. Chen, please stop, this is the girls' dormitory," He Menglin called out coldly from upstairs.
"Yes, yes, I was just in a hurry, you see, the director paired us together in a group, when do you think we can exchange ideas?" Chen Deguang said with a smile, his face full of obsequiousness.
He Menglin felt revulsion within her heart, "We'll talk about it later." Having said that, she returned to her dormitory and ignored him.
"Hmph, acting all high and mighty, you will be a man's plaything sooner or later." Chen Deguang left angrily, frustrated that after two years of scheming, he hadn't even gotten close to He Menglin.
"Tsk! What rubbish, even someone as low as you dares to have designs on me. I would rather give that advantage to Tang Feng than to you."
Wait, how can I be so shameless!
He Menglin found herself unexpectedly notionally giving Tang Feng the advantage, which was simply unbelievable—this thought had just sprung up, but it was also terrifying.
