"Principal, what's wrong with you?" Su Su, who had been comfortably sipping her tea, saw Zhao Hong standing stock-still and instinctively rose to approach him in surprise.
It's just a seal, isn't it? Is it worth all this? Although she outwardly respected the principal, deep down she wished she could trample him underfoot and take his place. Look at that pathetic coward, what an embarrassment.
After taking two steps forward, eight large, bright red characters on the document leaped into her view.
"This…"
A marshal's seal!
This… this is the marshal's seal of the War God of the State!
Instantly, the vice principal who had just been ridiculing Zhao Hong stumbled back several steps. Her knees trembled, and she plopped right onto the floor as cold sweat beaded on her forehead and rolled down.
Zhang Yan, witnessing this scene, was dumbfounded. What in the world was happening?
