If something big was happening and we didn't even know what it was, that would be quite embarrassing.
As a result, at least seventy to eighty people had arrived.
Most of them were elderly men and women, with a few younger ones wearing suits and leather shoes, mostly well-known university presidents or scholars.
Although the VIPs had arrived, the airport still had its rules.
The cramped airport staff member's face turned red with anxiety as they tried to stop the huge crowd at the entrance of the VIP lounge.
This master's degree-holding airport worker happened to be a doctoral student at Kangton University themselves and recognized their own president in the crowd.
Poor and rotund President Linton, who seemed so dignified on campus, was now squished among the old people, holding his coat tightly as if more careful than the president himself, fearing he might bump into someone around him.
Looking around, she saw many familiar faces with recognizable names.
What's going on?
