55 Yang Dao.

Yang Dao's chopper took flight, and in a couple of hours, he reached home. He called Professor Dew and found that she was at home. He hurried downstairs, pressed the doorbell. He greeted the beauty professor, then walked inside. As soon as he took a step inside, he frowned. In his bedroom, a foreign fragrance was lingering. 

He walked outside, found that the professor was in the living room. He asked, "Did that student of yours visited my room?" his voice and temperament had completely changed. He was speaking with a demeanor of superiority.

Professor Dew sighed and said, "Yes, she went in. I tried to stop her, but we both had some drinks. We touched nothing but wanted to see the decoration. We wanted to see how the rich people's bedroom would look like." her voice was getting smaller with every word. While Yang Dao balled fists were tightening up. It was so tight that the skin turned pale. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.