Wei Feng bowed and left the office, unable to help feeling puzzled. Mr. Han had not bothered with Principal Wang for so many days, yet today he had agreed to meet him straight away—quite strange indeed.
The thoughts of a leader are too difficult to fathom, especially those of a leader in the throes of love.
As Principal Wang rode the elevator directly to the eightieth floor, he still couldn't believe it was real. His heart, which had fallen into despair, seemed to glimpse a faint spark of hope, and his wrinkled face even cracked a smile.
Guided by Wei Feng, Principal Wang followed along. When passing by the marble wall tiles, he took the opportunity to tidy up his hair and straighten his tie.
Finally, his persistent efforts over the past few days were not in vain. Mr. Han was finally willing to see him. He had to seize this opportunity and make sure no more mistakes were made.
"Mr. Han," Principal Wang called out at the door of the CEO's office.
