By the time Zhao Rong and his group of six arrived at the Women's University, it was already evening. As night fell, they walked onto campus.
In front of the dormitory building, Zhao Rong, Lili, Yu Lan, Xuelian, and his assistant bid farewell to President Wang Guihua.
"President, it's getting late," Zhao Rong said. "We'll head back to our dorm to rest."
Wang Guihua nodded with a smile. "This trip to the crematorium showed me the abilities each of you possess. Honestly, for our Women's University to have such talented people is a true blessing."
Hearing the president's praise, Zhao Rong nodded modestly. "We don't really have any special abilities. We were just lucky."
After that, Zhao Rong's group said their goodbyes to President Wang Guihua. However, just as they reached the entrance of their dormitory, Wang Guihua suddenly called out, "Everyone else can go up. Zhao Rong, please stay for a moment."
