Afternoon.
It was already 3PM.
No matter how long he waited and waited, the Red String of Fate did not seem to have taken effect!
Oh? It can't be? Why was there no effect this time?
Zhang Ye had waited for so long, that even the flowers had wilted. Don't even talk about developing further with Wu Zeqing, he had not even been able to meet with President Wu. Thus, Zhang Ye did not stay any longer and just packed up. He said goodbye to his colleagues before joining a few other lecturers downstairs who were also heading home for the day.