Not long after the two left, a balding young man appeared at the open office door.
He knocked on the door a few times and then walked in.
"I'm telling you, Ma Ti'er, you're the Dean, and your office is so fancy. Can't you at least turn on the air conditioning? It's scorching in here!"
Du Heng glanced at Jin Zan as he entered, stood up, and casually waved his hand. "Find a place to sit." Then he went to pour Jin Zan some water.
"I haven't changed anything in this office. It was all left by the previous Dean." Du Heng placed the tea in front of Jin Zan and sat down beside him. "It's only May. I'd have to be really sick to turn on the AC. Besides, our Health Clinic isn't as rich as your third class A hospitals."
Jin Zan leaned back on the sofa. "Don't give me that sob story. I'm not your superior. Out with it, why'd you call me here in such a hurry?"
Since they were like brothers, Du Heng didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "I heard you and your wife had an argument?"
