บท 72: Imperious Manifesto!

"Sun Mo, Headmaster An wants to see you!"

Zhou Lin was wearing a long robe that was so well-ironed that there wasn't a single crease on it. Standing next to the desk, she was speaking with an ice-cold tone, cold enough to freeze a herd of hibernating rabbits to death.

"You are?"

Sun Mo frowned. Her attitude was not only cold. It was as if she had seen a rat that had been stealing her household's rice.

"Zhou Lin, Headmaster An's female assistant!" Zhou Lin urged, "Come on, don't let Headmaster An wait for long."

Sun Mo packed his stuff and followed behind Zhou Lin.

Under normal circumstances, one would try to maintain a good relationship with the female assistant of the Headmaster, as it would aid the development of one's career. However, Zhou Lin was so cold in her mannerisms that Sun Mo didn't want to be met with a cold rebuke after showing warm feelings.