Ye Qingxuan was prepared, but he was still shocked when the man from the Fifth Department knocked on his door. "Richard?" He gaped at the senior who had graduated and apparently went back to his hometown. "You?"
"Oh, you still remember my name?"‘Richard’ still wore a black uniform and a strange smile. "Then you can call me Richard. Mr. M told me to give this to you. See, I told you we’re fated."
Ye Qingxuan was speechless. So the school’s executive office was the reserve for the Fifth Department? Maxwell truly was creative. Ye Qingxuan could not think of how a student organization in a musician academy was related to the Fifth Department.
Not even ten minutes after Richard had left, someone else came. Ye Qingxuan, frantically packing and with a sweater on his head, opened the door and froze.
"Seton?"
The burly man who practically blocked the door turned and pointed at the carriage behind him. His gesture meant, the Boss wants to see you.
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