Did they let you go on April 9th?
What kind of person could make Mr. Mark, the Ambassador of Country A, willingly play second fiddle? To make the Vice Chancellor of Yong City University, the organizer, bow and scrape like this?
Worth investigating!
The atmosphere turned so heavy and oppressive that Wei Bin's breathing hitched.
"I didn't know Miss Su was your person... misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding..."
Fu Qiyuan's brows and eyes remained still as he continued:
"My person causing trouble?"
"No, no, not at all… it's me who has the audacity, I'm the one causing trouble, disturbing everyone. I'll leave now, right away!"
Wei Bin wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to leave.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Mo Shangjie slammed his coffee cup onto the coffee table with a "thud," the crisp sound causing Wei Bin's legs to shake involuntarily, nearly tumbling him to the ground.
"Or does Principal Wei wish to prematurely become a blacklist figure in Hua Country's academic circles?"