Leng Yuan didn't argue. He turned to An Dongyang and said, "I'm sorry."
Then he looked at the principal.
The principal waved his hand in frustration, dismissing him.
An Dongyang shook away the dizziness in his head and slowly got to his feet. Just as he was about to press his complaint, he realized only he and the principal were left in the room.
"Where's Leng Yuan?"
"He went back."
"What? He hit me! How could you just let him go back?" As An Dongyang's temper flared, the dizziness and nausea returned, forcing him to soften his tone.
As a result, what was meant to be a powerful accusation came out limp and utterly devoid of force.
The principal was helpless.
"Mr. An, I know Leng Yuan was in the wrong. I just gave him a harsh scolding and had him give you a sincere apology. You know the school's situation—we're short on teachers. Besides, the higher-ups are coming for an inspection next week, and they specifically asked about Leng Yuan. How about we just let this matter go?"
