Excessive!
He was also a scholar and naturally wanted to read books. Seeing the treasure trove before him, he felt an unbearable itch, anxiously scratching his head, not knowing what to say.
Yang Misi, seeing his lack of tact, finally lost patience and slightly turned to wave his hand, "Please."
Saying "please" was essentially asking him to "get lost."
The dean's lips trembled, almost furious.
But then he looked again at the seemingly middle-aged, yet actually immeasurably senior, Mr. Yang before him.
Forget it, I am a cultured junior, not bothering with the infamous social outcast, Mr. Yang.
With great regret, the dean and a group of Far Border Branch executives left, looking back reluctantly every few steps.
