The last sentence she spoke with a sudden coldness in her voice, rising to her feet and casting a glance at Dai Xinmeng.
She took strides toward the direction of her car.
As Yan Zao analyzed the situation, Dai Xinmeng felt it made a lot of sense, "I understand, I'll do it right away."
...
The door to Lan Mu's office was open, and Lan Mu sat in the office chair. Zhou Sicheng symbolically knocked twice on the door, but without pausing, he walked straight in.
Upon hearing the knock, Lan Mu looked up. Zhou Sicheng was holding his phone in his right hand, playing with it as he walked.
A smile that wasn't quite a smile played across his eyes as he looked at Lan Mu, "What do you want the homeroom teacher's phone number for?"
His manner indicated he must have obtained it, but Lan Mu ignored his question, "Send it to me."
Zhou Sicheng was not pleased with his attitude, "Lan Mu, can't you have a bit more respect when asking for a favor?"
