The dean heaved a sigh of relief as soon as Mrs. Han left. He wasn't sure if he could survive another encounter like that. He didn't manage to relax for long though, as his phone soon started ringing. The screen displayed the same number he called at Mrs. Han's orders. He picked it up. "Mr. Xia?"
"Prepare my daughter's papers for her new university," he didn't ask so much as he ordered it. It seemed that Mr. Xia only showed his true colors when talking to those weaker than himself.
"Certainly. And I hope you understand that, after what happened, I have no choice but to expel her."
"As if I didn't know that. Just do what I told you."
The dean didn't even get to respond as the other side hung up.
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