Under Deng Ziwen's astonished gaze, Zhou Wenlong also noticed Lin Zifeng's presence.
Their eyebrows furrowed like two sharp blades, especially Deng Ziwen who wished he could rush up and tear Lin Zifeng apart.
"Dad, why is he sitting at your desk!"
Zhou Wenlong pointed at Lin Zifeng and questioned angrily.
Enemies meeting should be filled with rage, and besides, he was sitting comfortably at his father's place, acting as if nothing was amiss.
"Uh, well..." The old principal stroked his beardless chin, his eyes shifting, unsure how to respond.
"Let me answer that." Lin Zifeng spread out the thick documents on the desk and stood up smiling.
"Why are you here? Were you the one who called us over?" Deng Ziwen pointed at Lin Zifeng's nose, still remembering the beating he received last time.
If he could, he would love to skin Lin Zifeng alive.
"Yes, I'm the one who called you two over." Lin Zifeng nodded with a smile, hands behind his back.
