Wu Jingjing made great efforts to flaunt her identity, but Gu Mochen's deep, profound eyes showed no reaction.
"Sorry, but no, leave, or stand and listen to the class."
Gu Mochen's words were clean and crisp, his whole demeanor as cold as ice, filled with detachment.
"You... you..."
Wu Jingjing felt utterly humiliated; never before had she been so embarrassed at school.
Previously at school, teachers and classmates treated her as if she were the center of attention.
But in front of this man, everything changed.
Jian Ran saw Wu Jingjing was still reluctant to move, and smoothly said, "Oh, please hurry up, don't disrupt our class... I really love Professor Gu's classes, he's so handsome... his lectures must be fascinating... the person blocking the way and the view... is just a drowned rat that everyone wants to hit."
Jian Ran was completely in awe of her professor, who was also her husband.
Gu Mochen's thin lips curved slightly...
