Young Master Han, Perhaps You Misunderstood

The principal was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, then stepped forward to block Qiao Hongya's path. He then looked at Han Yuanjun and pleaded with a bitter expression, "Young Master Han, we've worked together for many years, and you know how best our school is. Please help me persuade Master Qiao."

"Yes, we've worked together for years." Han Yuanjun's gaze swept over Teacher Ma and Teacher Shao, who were standing in the corner against the wall. "Because we worked together for years, I agreed to let my wife come to your school to further her studies. Originally, I thought that if you can't treat her well, you would at least treat her like any other students, but I don't think the teachers at your school will slander my wife and her grandfather in front of me."