The elderly principal's temples were already frosted with grey.
Age had caught up with him.
But who could have imagined that such a venerable and respected figure, upon meeting Fu Hanzheng, would still address him with deferential honorifics?
His attitude was remarkably humble.
One could see he was genuinely apprehensive.
Everyone found this extremely surprising.
They couldn't fathom what was going on.
Wasn't Xu Ningxi's man just a gigolo?
Why would the principal be so polite to him, even appearing a bit afraid?
The only one not shocked was Xu Huanyan.
Her mind was full of "It's over, it's over."
The principal must have recognized Fu Hanzheng and knew of his identity.
The scene she feared the most was about to unfold.
She looked around.
Everyone was watching their group.
But they hadn't noticed her yet.
She quickly took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.
Fu Hanzheng was at ease.
One hand in his pocket, he extended the other to shake hands with the principal.