If he wasn’t afraid Lin Mumu would blame him, he would have long sent a hacker message!

  In the end, he didn’t send the message, but he lightly moved his fingers and made the computers of the bastards eying his wife crashed instantly.

  When they confusedly restarted their computers and went back to the forum, they saw that “Xiao Daogu” had seriously replied: “I have a husband.”


  At this moment, Yun Ting was indeed staring at the screen while laughing foolishly……

  Lin Mumu just finished posting this sentence when the door of the dorm room rang, so she didn’t pay attention to the further gossip on the forum.

  At this time, the other two people in their room also came back.

  Beijing University was run pretty decently, but the school was located in Beijing’s golden district in a prime location of the City, so the lodging accommodations were very limited.

  As a solution, each dorm room was shared by four people, each occupying a single bed size area. The furniture helped save space by having the bed in the upper bunk, and underneath it was a desk, a wardrobe, and two top-mounted cabinets embedded in the wall for larger luggage. The smart compacted layout made the small place look much more spacious and reasonable.

  Consequently, in addition to Lin Mumu and Chen Fangya, they were still two other students who lived in their room number 405, and they had just come back.

  One of them was a fair skinned and 1.75m tall beauty, she was the typical model of an aloof and fashionable goddess. After entering the room, politely greeted Lin Mumu and Cheng Fangya though without much enthusiasm:

  “Majoring in Artifacts’ Appraisal, An Xiaoqin, from Beijing. “


  The other person was her exact opposite. Not only was she dark skinned and plump, her clothes were awfully crude. She was at a loss for a while before shrinking to the side, she seemed to awfully lack of confidence. But she still greeted Lin Mumu with a shy sentence:

  “Majoring in Artifacts’ Appraisal, Liu Yuanyuan, from the Hainan Island. ”


  Reportedly, the Artifacts’ Appraisal department also only had these two female students.

  The four women apparently chose the University’s most unpopular majors and were thus all grouped together in that room.

  Because Lin Mumu and Chen Fangya were chatting enthusiastically, Liu Yuanyuan also joined with a few words and chatted with them. An Xiaoqin didn’t talk much, but still listened politely with a light smile.

  Meeting An Xiaoqin’s eyes, Lin Mumu suddenly enabled her ‘little fortune teller mode’:

  “Do you know what our way of the Dao is the best at?” (TN: way of the Dao refers to study/practice of Daoism.)