Wan Yilei stomped her foot: "I'm going to tell the advisor! You, you're ruining Ming University's reputation!"
He Qing raised an eyebrow: "You think too highly of me. With you around, Ming University's reputation isn't up to me to ruin."
"You're so shameless!"
Wan Yilei reproachfully accused, as if He Qing was truly unforgivable.
He Qing sneered, "Who's shameless? Not to mention you're just a kid, with a head full of nasty thoughts, seeing men and women meeting, the only thing you can think of is this..."
"Even if we take a step back, go ahead and tell, say I'm hanging out with a sugar daddy! Are sugar daddies blind now? Rich and idle, coming to find me in the middle of the night?"
Wan Yilei choked, frustratedly looking at He Qing's face—ordinary features, bland looks, other than nicer skin and brighter eyes, there was nothing appealing!
Wan Yilei's expression turned even dimmer—wasn't her kind of beauty popular anymore?
