The Conference Room, and My Damn Temper

At that moment, everyone was staring at us.

The conference room doors were right ahead, already open.

I glanced at Master. It was my first time meeting an official of this rank, and I still felt a little nervous.

Master had weathered far greater storms and remained perfectly calm.

He simply said to me:

"It's fine. Let's go in!"

With that, Master walked forward, and I followed behind him.

Daoist Qingshan and the others were also about to follow.

But Feng Shuang spoke up:

"Brother Qingshan, you don't need to go in.

The Director only wishes to see Fellow Daoist Song and young friend Jiang.

Once young friend Jiang assists with the investigation, everyone can leave."

Daoist Qingshan and the others froze, exchanging looks.

But Master frowned at that moment.

"Only Xiao Jiang and me?"

Feng Shuang nodded again.

"Yes! The main issue lies with young friend Jiang. As long as young friend Jiang can explain why the curse mark could be planted on him, this matter will be settled.

The investigation into the others has already been completed. There is no need for them to go in."

Everyone revealed surprised expressions upon hearing that.

"I've only been staying here for three days, and the investigation is already finished?"

Zhang Yuchen asked in disbelief.

Feng Shuang offered no explanation. He merely nodded, signaling for Master and me to enter.

But Master spoke again.

"Wait. Miss Pan Ling, come in with us."

"Fine!"

Pan Ling nodded in agreement.

But Feng Shuang spoke up again.

"Fellow Daoist Song, the Director said he only wanted to see the two of you.

If you bring this young lady in as well, it'll make things difficult for me!

The Director doesn't have a very good temper!"

It would have been fine if Feng Shuang had