Time passed, second by second. The only sound in the office was the rustle of a pen against paper. Finally, after Mu Chen and the elderly man with the surname Du had been standing there for two full hours, Wang Miaoling put down her pen and looked up at Mu Chen.
She adjusted the glasses on her nose with a slender finger, the lenses flashing in the sunlight. Her dark green, phoenix-like eyes quickly sized up Mu Chen before turning to the elderly man. "What is it?" she asked coldly.
The elderly man smiled faintly, shedding his chatty persona for a serious one. His sanctimonious air made Mu Chen marvel. 'He's practically the emperor of the acting world.'
"Dean of Instruction, it's like this. Just now, this kid suddenly entered the institute..."
"That's enough. I understand," Wang Miaoling immediately cut him off, pushing up her glasses. "The root of the issue is this young man, correct? You can return to your post. I'll handle it from here."
