She kept her head down, didn't look at him at all, covered her face with both hands, and directly ran off.
She didn't even take the elevator, she went directly down the stairs.
The Dean of Discipline blinked, was too slow to speak...
"Dean Zhao." A deep, unemotional voice suddenly rang out.
The Dean of Discipline quickly walked in.
She glanced subconsciously at the couch, then at the chair...
"What are you looking at?" Huo Jingshen stood there, his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, tall, handsome, and suave.
But his tone felt like it was coming from deep underground, unsettling.
The Dean of Discipline was trembling, "No... nothing."
Huo Jingshen pursed his lips lightly and said simply, "Wanwan is quite low-key and doesn't want people to know that she is my wife. My grandfather wouldn't want her to use her status to get special treatment either."
