"Ms. Seven, are you certain about your decision? I'm aware of your situation, and I think I could persuade that individual," President Zhang said. He took a sip of tea, looking rather benign.
Rong Qi didn't look up. "Not teaching at Capital University has nothing to do with him."
"Alright then, I respect your decision. When Xing Han comes back from invigilating the exams, I'll have him take you to collect something."
"Can't he just bring them to me?" Rong Qi asked.
"It has to be you in person." President Zhang insisted.
"Fine." Rong Qi closed the topic and continued perusing the file in her hands, which contained profiles of her students from Class 7.
