So, by sheer coincidence, Leng Yixiu ran into Lin Yixun.
Leng Yixiu's gaze lingered for a few seconds on the hand resting on Lin Yixun's shoulder, his narrow eyes dangerously squinted into a slit, and the sharp look in his eyes was like a poisoned dagger.
Beside him was the principal of T University, who was talking enthusiastically, introducing the history of T University with pride in his eyes. Perhaps he was too engrossed in his introduction, for he did not notice the look of impatience beginning to show on the man's face next to him.
Seeing this situation, Assistant Chen, following behind them, was silently wiping cold sweat, feeling both nervous and resentful. Couldn't this old scholar read the room? He was really anxious about the principal's emotional intelligence.
