Qin Heng!!
It's actually Qin Heng!!
Has Chen Lang, this madman, gone completely insane? Does he want to kill me??
Tan Wenhe nearly threw his cell phone. He almost wet himself in terror as he blurted out profanities, trembling all over. His legs went weak, he nearly knelt on the ground, and his face turned completely pale.
Thank goodness he was in his own private office now; otherwise, others would see the President of Beijing University in such a state of panic, looking pale as a ghost!
"Chen Lang! Don't move! Stay in the classroom! Don't move!!" Tan Wenhe roared into the phone, his voice loud. "I'm on my way!!"
CLICK!!
Tan Wenhe hung up the phone and used all his strength to rush toward the history department building as fast as he could. Every second counted; he dared not delay!
