Before Ren Zhong and Yang Misi arrived, the dean and a few others surreptitiously spied on and overheard their conversation through surveillance.
"Something seems off, their conversation doesn't seem to go smoothly."
"Sigh. Indeed. This is going to be difficult."
"If Yang Misi also fails to keep Ren Zhong, we are out of tactics."
"What a pity. To be honest, although Mr. Yang once stood at the pinnacle of academia, now it's almost impossible to get any residual heat out of him. Are ancient people outdated?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't say that. They're coming."
In the meeting room, these people whispered among themselves, each harboring a layer of gloom about the future.
Ren Zhong and Yang Misi entered the meeting room side by side, their steps in unison, almost simultaneously crossing the threshold of the Far Border Branch building.
