On the first floor of the foreign trade guesthouse, Jiang Cheng was squeezed into a corner, hugging her shoulders, weak, pitiful, and helpless.
When Director Leng came in from outside, scanning the room with his eyes, he almost missed Jiang Cheng in the corner.
For a moment, he wanted to laugh, seeing Jiang Cheng without a trace of presence for the first time.
Well... it's quite amusing.
He wouldn't admit that he wanted to see some excitement.
"Everyone, this is Director Leng from foreign trade."
Mr. Zhao immediately noticed Director Leng personally coming over, although he didn't know why, as a conscientious subordinate, he quickly approached Director Leng.
After Mr. Zhao's introduction, the group of white-haired teachers fell silent in an instant; some bowed their heads, some rubbed their hands, some looked around.
In short, no one made eye contact with Director Leng, let alone spoke up.
The spacious guesthouse was filled with over dozens of people—a complete standstill.
