Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

In the classroom, the students whispered amongst themselves and stole glances at the boy who had just been beaten up by Debbie and her companions. Needless to say, they were jeering at him.

Gail didn't even cast a single glance at the boy despite the fact that he had spoken ill of Debbie to fawn on her. The boy was boiling with rage, but he could do nothing to vent his anger. He swore to himself that he would report the incident to the dean.

In the afternoon, while the teacher was giving a lecture, Debbie rested her cheeks on her hands and thought, 'Is the boy going to tell the dean that I beat him up? If he does, I swear I'll give him another hard lesson!'

As soon as the bell rang, R. Kelly's "I believe I can fly" was on the air. However, just after a few seconds, the song was interrupted by the broadcaster's voice. "Debbie Nian of Class 22, please go to the dean's office now. Debbie Nian of Class 22, please go to the dean's office..." The broadcaster repeated it three times. Everyone in the university had heard it loud and clear.

Although this was not the first time Debbie had been called into the dean's office, she still felt a little embarrassed. She stood up from her chair and grabbed Dixon along with her to go to the dean's office.

The reason Debbie brought Dixon with her was that he was a straight-A student and was a favorite of most teachers. Every time Debbie was called to go to the dean's office, she would bring him along, and with his interceding for her, the dean would let her go more easily.

Debbie assumed that the dean wanted to see her this time was because of that boy she had beaten up this morning. However, since the camera in the classroom had been covered during the whole process, she decided to simply deny that such a thing had ever happened.

'Dude, how dare you! I swear I'll beat the shit out of you!'

Debbie entered the dean's office, her face expressionless. Having been in a similar situation countless times before took away the seriousness of it all. She yanked Dixon's sleeve and dragged him in.

To her surprise, the dean was bending over and pouring tea for a man sitting on the couch, as she flooded her face with a big grin. Debbie felt an icy shiver running down her spine at the sight of the man's face.

Immediately, she pushed Dixon out of the office. Considering the circumstances, she wouldn't be able to protect herself, let alone protect her friend. She didn't want to get Dixon in trouble for her selfish reasons.

"Debbie, here you are!" The dean smiled at Debbie, who was about to leave with Dixon, and gestured her to come in.

Out of curiosity, Dixon turned around to look back, when the man's cold glance darted to the office door at the same time.

The mere sight of the man's icy glare, had his legs quivering to the point where he thought he was going to fall to the floor.

is Mr. Huo here? I better get away from here while I can!' he thought and fled the office immediately.

is he here? I thought I was going to see Philip here, as usual. After all, the dean only has his number. When I figure out who called Carlos, I swear I am going to paint

in her mouth, as she stood outside the door

Debbie. Her voice so amiable. She had always been aware that Carlos was Debbie's backer, so

an important man like Carlos made an effort to come here by

I've met him in the flesh! If the principal and the vice-principals hadn't been away on official business,

don't want to get

surprised by her words. She didn't know that a naughty girl

Nian!" Came an impatient voice from inside the office, causing Debbie

the dean and whispered, "Who called

considerably young for her profession, she kept a strict disposition in front of

that Carlos was Debbie's guardian, she cast her thoughts about

here either." Like Debbie, the dean spoke in

they entered the

dean; the dean looked

boy?" Carlos

to stare out the window, and said indifferently, "He

your answer?' The dean was at a loss for

a better reason!" He held back his anger as he

in the room made Debbie uneasy. However, instead of cowering with fear, she retorted, "He spoke ill of me behind my back, and when I caught him red-handed, I decided to teach

However, her courage lasted only two seconds, and in the third, she looked

the likes of him," the dean chimed in

scoffed, "Come on! I'm not a three-year-old kid. We are adults and we