Jing University President's Office
The president sat on the sofa, taking a sip of coffee, and looked at Gu Yanjing sitting opposite him.
Dressed in a black suit, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and sharp.
An innate aura of authority.
Just sitting there, he exuded a sense of oppression.
Since he came in, the office seemed to have dropped a few degrees, making it somewhat overwhelming for the president.
The president took another sip of coffee, paused, and asked, "How has the old master been recently?"
Gu Yanjing lifted his eyelids, looking at him, his voice still devoid of warmth: "Didn't you visit the old house yesterday?"
The president: "......"
Gu Yanjing looked at him.
The president, nearly sixty, already had quite a bit of gray hair, his eyes kindly, spoke helplessly: "I was just trying to find something to say, the atmosphere was a bit dry."
"He's quite well," Gu Yanjing cooperated.
The president: "......"
