An old man with white hair and eyes as sharp as a hawk's took off his monocle, glanced at the door, and suddenly smiled.
"So it's you, kid. How's Wei Hu doing lately?"
A young man in a wool suit took off his coat, walked to the corner without hesitation, hung it on a rack, and said with a smile, "Thanks for your concern, Dean Teng. My father's health is strong, and he's even eating more these days."
"So, it seems the Federation's matters are good for him?"
Dean Teng laughed as he stood up, noticing a few more people outside the door. He picked up a pen from the table and pressed it lightly against the side wall.
The wall slowly lifted, revealing a spacious and bright meeting room, a privilege of the Vice Dean.
"Come in and talk. It seems like you all have some ulterior motives for coming to Dingchuan."
"Not at all, we're mainly here to visit you." The young man surnamed Wei said with a smile, speaking with a certain intimacy with Dean Teng.
