The company's entrance was heavily guarded; the sentry stood as still as a pine tree in the autumn breeze, exuding a sense of rigor all over.
Zhang Rui gave the guard a slight smile. "Hello, I was a student here for target practice yesterday. When I passed out, a president lent me his coat. I'm here today to return it and personally express my gratitude. Could you let me in?"
The soldier glanced at her. "Miss, not every leader here can be addressed as 'president.' What's the surname of the person who lent you the coat?"
"The surname is... Yu."
The soldier was startled. "President Yu? At such a young age, you folks sure have some nerve coming up with such excuses."
Zhang Rui hurriedly explained. "It's true. If you don't believe me, you can ask President Yu."
"Don't mess around, just leave quickly!" the guard tried to shoo them away.
An Ning had purposely worn sunglasses, covering most of her face.
