In his office, Zhao Longfei picked up a lighter and set the paper documents in his hand alight.
He narrowed his eyes, watching the flames slowly devour every piece of information. The words on the pages twisted and warped in the fire before finally turning to ash.
Only after the last corner of paper burned away and all the information became a pile of fine black ash did Zhao Longfei slowly exhale.
"Good luck."
Bang!
Just then, someone suddenly kicked the office door open.
Qin Siyang swaggered in. "Next time, I'll definitely... Huh, Principal Zhao, why are you playing with fire in your office? Aren't you afraid you'll wet the bed tonight?"
"Spit it out, brat!"
Qin Siyang sat on the sofa, unable to hide the melancholy in his eyes. "Professor Lu's been gone almost a week. There was still some news a few days ago, so why has he suddenly gone silent? You don't think something's happened to him, do you?"
Zhao Longfei glanced at him. "Shouldn't you be asking Professor Li that?"
"Old Li and Professor Lu have been friends for over a decade. He's even more down than I am, going around with a gloomy face every day. Even Brother Fei can't cheer him up. I'm afraid bringing up Professor Lu would only make him feel worse, so I haven't asked him anything about it since Professor Lu left."
Zhao Longfei sighed. "I don't know anything."
Qin Siyang stared at Zhao Longfei, trying to find something in his eyes.
But Zhao Longfei's expression remained perfectly calm, betraying nothing.
Qin Siyang took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Forget it. There's nothing I can do to help Professor Lu anyway. I can only hope he gets his revenge and comes back to Southern Glory."
"Comes back to Southern