Mr. Yin's expression turned ugly.
He just wanted a student's phone number, yet they kept giving him the runaround. Did they look down on him?
"Since she's not here, I'll come back to see her tomorrow. But I wonder how the school plans to handle Chen Chen's matter?"
His tone grew slightly heavy, and he arrogantly stated, "I don't want any unfavorable news about Chen Chen to spread within the school."
"I will arrange for him to drop out and study abroad. I hope your school can facilitate this. In that case, I will donate a research building as a token of appreciation."
Even if his son had done something wrong, so what?
He had power, influence, and wealth—there was nothing he couldn't handle.
"Mr. Yin, we cannot agree to your terms. Nan Yan is the victim here. Unless she speaks up, the school must report the incident."
"This is a matter of principle. Zhide High School has a hundred-year history, and we cannot bear such a stain."
