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Qi Qiuluo thought to herself.
Tan Ming's expression was emotionless, his gaze deep as if he were contemplating something.
Yan Qing, however, looked exceptionally grim. He fixed his eyes on the spot where the woman had just disappeared, as if trying to see through the void. His eyes revealed a strong sense of doubt and deep unease.
That was Li Yan Professor's voice! That woman looked like a younger version of Li Yan Professor!
Yan Qing's mind kept replaying the scene from when he encountered Li Yan Professor at Pavilion on Commercial Street, her hand writing in blood. He recalled the chilling look on her face after she died.
Li Yan Professor must know something!
“What’s wrong?” Tan Ming noticed his unusual expression and furrowed his brows slightly.
Yan Qing took a deep breath, trying to appear calm on the surface. “Let’s go to the principal’s office. There must still be a scene replay involving Wang Xiaoyan there. If it really relates to Li Yan Professor, then Wang Xiaoyan is a potential key clue.”
Alright.
Fifteen minutes hadn’t passed yet.
They practically sprinted up to the fifth floor, panting as they arrived at the principal’s office.
Zhang Liu was also inside.
He raised an eyebrow in surprise at the sudden entrance of the three, “You guys—”
Tan Ming closed his eyes.
Knock, knock, knock!
Inside the office, the elderly principal with white hair set down his pen, which rolled across the table before coming to a stop. He carefully locked it away in a drawer.
“Come in.”
Li Yan walked in.
Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes slightly swollen, clearly having just cried, with remnants of dry tears around her eyes.
"Principal, you wanted to see me?" Li Yanqiang asked, his spirits lifted.
"Ah, don’t take Lao Zhou’s harsh words to heart," the Old Principal said, his tone laced with a hint of reassurance.
"I understand," Li Yan replied, lowering her head slightly, her voice growing softer.
"In truth, I can empathize with how you feel. You are a very dedicated teacher and possess excellent moral qualities. However, university professors are not the same as high school teachers; sometimes it’s unnecessary to be so rigid," the Old Principal spoke earnestly, his gaze filled with concern.
"I understand," Li Yan responded quietly, her head drooping even lower.
Li Yan walked out of the principal's office in a daze, her steps unsteady as if all her strength had been drained away.
At that moment, her phone suddenly rang.
It was a clear female voice on the other end.
"I'm so sorry, Li Yan. I can't believe the principal scolded you." The caller's tone was filled with deep regret, and there was a hint of tears in her voice.
Li Yan's voice showed signs of fatigue and lingering fear. "Wang Xiaoyan, you need to learn to protect yourself. If something like this happens again, I really can’t intervene." With that, she weakly hung up the phone.
The entire scene froze for a moment before shattering like glass.
Time seemed to move forward but only slightly; Tan Mingxian felt as if time was crawling by, perhaps advancing only half a month.
The Old Principal was sitting in his office handling paperwork when suddenly, his phone rang with a sharp tone.
He glanced at the caller ID, his expression shifting slightly as he stood up and hurried to the window while half-covering his phone.
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