"Dean, where are you going?"

Long Kaizhe intuitively believed that the president's anxiety was related to gentleness.

The president had no intention of talking to Long Kaizhe, but he saw Wen Yan in his arms.

I didn't think so before, but now I look at Wen Yan again. The very similar appearance made the president's heart beat.

"Dragon master? How can you be with Yanyan?

"What about gentle people?"

Long Kaizhe did not answer the dean's question, but directly frowned and asked his own question.

His eyes were cold and his voice was low, which gave the Dean a great sense of oppression.

The president wanted to perfunctory, but he...