The discussion inside came to an abrupt halt.
Two men and one woman all turned their heads simultaneously toward the short-haired girl at the door.
Su Nanzhi had finally found a pair of black trousers in the pile of clothes prepared by Zhang Yue. She matched them with a white blouse with puff sleeves, the neckline a bit loose, revealing her delicate collarbone.
This was the best combination she could find among the pile, as wearing skirts would hinder her ability to move, which Su Nanzhi disliked.
She didn't wear makeup, but her skin was fair enough, with a hint of sickness to it. Her features were beautiful, yet not quite girlish.
"Hello, I am here to handle the enrollment procedures," she said.
The people in the office looked up, and Su Nanzhi had no trouble identifying which one was the principal.
She seemed to have seen this middle-aged man on the news on the day of the college entrance examination some year.
