As Zhang Yongjun prattled on, the Dean's already dark face grew even darker. Now, witnessing the utter shamelessness of the four individuals before him, a wave of fury surged to his brow.
He slammed his teacup onto the table, his expression and voice icy. "Is there no end to this? Do you truly think you haven't disgraced yourselves enough?
"You know, just last night, that old boy Li Jianwei called and thoroughly humiliated me. My face burned hot enough to cook a pancake! But I couldn't utter a single word; I just had to sit there and listen to that old boy's taunts.
"So what now? Do you imagine I walk around with my head held high? Do you think you still need to bolster my reputation further?"
In an instant, everyone in the conference room holding a teacup quietly placed their cups on the table. They all adopted attentive postures, resembling 'good students.'
