"Sam.
Sam.
Stop. We need to talk."
Ling Tian followed Sam. But Sam didn't stop. He walked in the streets slowly, taking in the sights of the city. His face was blank, there was no expression of anger or rage. There was no fear. No desperation.
He didn't even look like a person who almost got killed a couple of days ago.
Ling Tian who followed him got frustrated.
He extended his hand and Sam who was a few meters away stopped in his tracks.
He appeared in front of Sam and said.
"We need to talk."
.
.
.
Fifteen minutes later.
Inside the Dean Wharton's office. Sam was sitting along with Ling Tian, Wharton and Dove.
"What are you planning to do?"
Ling Tian asked. But Sam didn't reply. He just leaned into the chair. He was sitting lazily, as if he couldn't care less about the three other people in the room.
"Sam, I am asking you. What are you planning to do?" Ling Tian's voice turned colder.
Sam looked at him with the same blank face and replied.
