C184 The Counterattack of the Sixtythird Wave

"Playing games with me?" Rong Zhengqing slammed her hand on the table, "Watch your words."

The elderly man flinched, his neck retracting as he realized the potential double entendre in his statement. Rong Zhengqing, a woman in her prime at over fifty, would not take kindly to any insinuations. If rumors started circulating about Rong Zhengqing toying with an old professor