Yang Ying was the lily type—elegant and graceful. Yanm Yuyue was like a lone orchid in a secluded valley, her beauty tinged with a hint of melancholy and mystery. Ma Tian'Er radiated cuteness and kindness. But as for the woman before him now, Wang Meng was momentarily at a loss for words.
"If you won't be long, I can wait. Our Dean, as you know, has a terrible temper."
Wang Meng smiled.
"Thank you, then." The woman nodded and walked to one of the Alchemy Rooms inside.
Wang Meng, of course, didn't disturb her. 'It's enough to just appreciate beautiful things from a distance.' His mind was occupied with more mundane matters. 'Damn it, where can I make some money? I can't keep going on like this. It's not like I'll run into someone like Yanm Yuyue every time.' Speaking of Yanm Yuyue, he still owed her a favor.
