Chapter 17

The principal's office. At this moment, the principal was sitting at his desk, having put his reading glasses back on. With an expression of utter delight, he picked up the teacup on his desk and gulped down several large mouthfuls in succession, then spat out a few tea leaves that had slipped into his mouth, instantly feeling an incomparable sense of relief and satisfaction. He looked at Qin Chen standing off to the side, much like a mother-in-law looking at a prospective son-in-law—the more he looked, the more pleased he became.