"Are you following in the psychotic old man's footsteps? How did he manage to look at your thesis?" Le Tian was raging while Ding Yuejia sat at the table and munched on snacks, watching as Le Tian threw a fit. He didn't look scared at all, in fact, he looked somewhat in awe of her.
"How was I supposed to know?" Wen Shan whimpered pathetically. "It must be that despicable Mao Cang. I've used the computer in the laboratory to write my thesis before, and he's always been that old man's faithful lackey," Wen Shan said furiously, raising her voice.
"He should have been beaten to death back then," Le Tian added resentfully. She wanted to take her little bun out to buy some food but the house was surrounded by reporters. Defeated, they could only eat the junk food at home. Her temper had only been fueled by Wen Shan's news.
