At this moment, Zhang Lin, who had just given a "passionate speech" in the office area, noticed something unusual in the corner here. He hurried over, and upon seeing the two people being stopped by the researcher Xiao Chen, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an apple, nearly letting out the words "Dean Xia" on the spot.
"Dean...dean...Xia...Xia..." Zhang Lin's tongue seemed to have a knot.
Seeing Zhang Lin, Dean Xia felt as though he had spotted a savior, yet also a harbinger of disaster, his emotions too complex for words. He quickly fixed Zhang Lin with a piercing gaze, subtly shaking his head and giving him a look, signaling him absolutely not to blurt anything out.
