The small office on the third floor was often used for discussions between teachers and students because it was usually very quiet.
If Chen Cheng had anything to say, he could have just gone to the office. Why did he summon her to the third floor?
Guo Miao was a little suspicious.
Moreover, Wang Meng had never gotten along with her because of the English competition. This time, she seemed to be up to no good.
Guo Miao walked up to the third floor and stared at the door.
It was an old-fashioned office door. For some reason, an ominous premonition flared in Guo Miao's mind.
She walked closer to the door, and a faint fragrance wafted from inside.
Guo Miao frowned and sniffed the air. The herbal scent seemed very familiar, but she couldn't recall what it was. It was better to leave now.
Just as Guo Miao was about to turn around and leave, the door suddenly opened. A teacher that she had never seen before stood inside.
