Lin Mengyao looked at the English teacher in surprise.
"Mr. Liu…"
There was a trace of pretentious grievance in her voice.
"I'm not feeling well, that's why…"
Liu Minglang heard Lin Mengyao's aggrieved voice and felt a headache coming on.
"Forget it, forget it. Take your seat."
He hurriedly said to Lin Mengyao, afraid that the rest of the class would notice something amiss between them.
Lin Mengyao immediately said coquettishly,
"Thank you, Mr. Liu."
When Ye Caitang heard this, she glanced at the guilty Liu Minglang and then at Lin Mengyao.
She really did not know if she should sympathize with Lin Mengyao for being the plaything of a middle-aged man…
Or despise Lin Mengyao for not holding onto her innocence and willingly degrade herself.
Liu Minglang did not put much effort into this lesson.
That was because not many people were really paying attention in class. The class of trash lived up to its name.