The visitor was Feng Yi, a man whose presence carried no scent of military discipline, but was immune from punishment. The discipline committee members, who itched to chastise him, found themselves short of breath. They decided to pretend they hadn't noticed him.
Even so, Rebecca, while eating, transparently informed his senior could not be reached outside, and that he would have to wait. This was an indirect endorsement of Feng Yi's presence.
15 minutes later, Zi Mou arrived unexpectedly. Spotting Feng Yi leaning diagonally on the exterior corridor, she flashed a look of puzzlement across her cool and detached face. As she passed him by, Feng Yi stopped her, "Hold on."
"You are waiting for me." Flipping around gracefully, Zi Mou fixed her sparkling eyes on Feng Yi, studying him intently.
"Yes, the dean is not here, and I have some personal suggestions that I would like you to convey to him."
