Meng Liangdong indeed breathed a sigh of relief and slowly settled back into the chair. However, upon sitting down, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he gently wiped the chair's surface with his hand.
Lin Yuan frowned. Wasn't this the very chair he just sat on? To stand up for merely a moment's conversation, why brush the chair once more? But seeing him look as if a burden was lifted, it didn't seem like a wipe, more like a check of some sort. What exactly was it?
"Mr. Meng, how was your time at the academy? It has been so long since we last met, Lin Yuan thought you must have been doing very well. It's just..." Lin Yuan had too many questions to ask. The academy was Meng Liangdong's long-cherished dream. Could it be that he only returned because he was unhappy there?
