Su Huai snickered maliciously to himself as he watched Zhang Yaowen tidy up his desk.
Interestingly, although Director Zhang was only a lightning rod, he was even more enthusiastic than Su Huai and quickly finished up his work, then hurried out the door with Little Fox's shoulder in his arm.
"Elbow, I'll take you to pay respects to the great Buddha!"
Pay respects to the great Buddha, ×.
Crash the scene, √.
Seeing Director Zhang's forcibly restrained excitement, Su Huai put his heart into his stomach, shoved his hands in his pockets, and strutted out with a swagger that said he didn't care a bit about anyone else.
When they came out, they ran into quite a few teachers and student council colleagues, who looked at Su Huai in surprise as Zhang Yaowen held his shoulder, greeting him with smiles.
"Director Zhang!"
"Good afternoon, Director!"
Even though the greetings were aimed at Zhang Yaowen, Su Huai's image and status shot up in their minds.
