Ding Yue had called Chen Han over.
Chen Han's forehead was now beading with cold sweat. The people present had basically figured out what had happened; it seemed the two million yuan in teaching funds had indeed been embezzled by Chen Han.
"Principal Ding... I..."
After Chen Han stepped forward, he became hesitant and stuttered when he spoke.
"I'm asking you..."
Just as Ding Yue was about to ask about the situation concerning the two million yuan in teaching funds, he suddenly heard a "plop" sound from up ahead!
With that single plop, Chen Han dropped to his knees on the ground, his face streaming with tears, looking extremely remorseful, "Principal Ding, I'm not human, I was careless, I was so foolish, sob sob sob..."
And so it was, a forty-year-old grown man, crying right there and then.