Wen Xiru's face changed: "What?"

I love to see her ignorant look.

I teased with a sneer, "How about that? Was the person I mentioned impressive enough?"

"Wen Xiru, didn't you say Wei Lang was your teacher? Why are you so shocked to see him?"

Teacher Wei Lang was puzzled on the other end, asking me in French what prank I was playing.

I quickly apologized to him and explained the situation.

Teacher Wei Lang's face darkened, then he clarified in English in front of everyone.

"Hello, everyone, I am Wei Lang. Although I am not sure what happened, I only have one student, that is Jiang Yizhu. Please forgive me for not communicating with the outside world yet."

He spoke confidently, and the journalists' cameras all turned to him.

After all, teachers rarely accept interviews from the outside world, so this was a rare opportunity.

Having saved face, I didn't want to disturb Teacher Wei Lang any further, and I declared that I would visit him after finishing the exhibition next month.

After hanging up the phone, the journalists still seemed unsatisfied.

"Wow! This overseas trip is so worth it! That's Teacher Wei Lang."

"I have to quickly send this to the main station. This is the hottest material to go back with!"

From having everything under control to losing it all in an instant, Wen Xiru lay pale and collapsed on the bed.

She murmured in disbelief, "How could this be, it's impossible..."

Then she went crazy and started smashing things.

Glaring at me fiercely, she said, "Jiang Yizhu, who do you think you are?"