"Ugh, life is just unbearable!"
Fang Jueyu woke up in the guest room of his villa, staring blankly at a Da Vinci painting hanging in front of him. Ever since those two little brats came, he had been sleeping alone for several days. Though full of energy, he felt a physical void.
He had just woken up when his phone rang. It was a call from Zhuo Shangke.
"Professor Zhuo, is there something you need from me? You've already given me a fantastic grade on my dissertation. You can't go back on it!"
"Do you really think I would do that? I've already entered your grades into the graduation system. If you don't believe it, check for yourself," Zhuo Shangke said. "I'm calling about something else."
