"What's wrong, Mr. Lopez? Is it incurable?"
At the sight of his surprised face, the dean was anxious and misunderstood that John couldn’t help him out. John then replied in an odd tone,
"You get me wronged. It can be healed, but I'm a little curious. You're not bald in an obvious place. Why do you care so much?"
The dean blushed and explained, "I don't care. It’s my wife."
John fell into speechlessness.
When they were talking,
John looked over the dean all of a sudden and saw a teaching building not far away.
On the fifth floor, a wobbly figure climbed out of the guardrail, which might fall down at any time.
Although it was at night,
John could clearly see what happened through the light of the corridor on that floor.
Someone was going to jump off the building!
John was not in the mood to talk to the dean anymore. He rushed to that building instantly like a sharp arrow to be shot.
"Mr. Lopez..."