Mi Yao hugged herself, wondering when these days would ever end.
...
The next morning, Mi Yao again took a ride to school in Feng Yueming's car.
She cherished every minute and every second at school because the air here was free, sweet. Back at the Lanzhu Residence, her nostrils would be filled with that man's predatory scent, making her shiver.
Soon it was afternoon, and school was over. Mi Yao hugged her books and left the classroom, walking toward the school gates.
But then, a female classmate ran up from behind, "Mi Yao, the director of instruction wants you to stop by the office."
The director of instruction?
Mi Yao paused for a moment, then nodded, "I got it, I'll go now."
At the office door, Mi Yao knocked with a "tap tap," "Director Li."
There was no sound inside.
Mi Yao knocked a few more times, "Director Li…"
The office door wasn't closed, it now opened automatically.
Mi Yao glanced inside; Director Li wasn't there.
Where had the director gone?
