"No, listen to me..."
Thud!
Principal Wang didn't even manage to say two words before suddenly his knees gave way, his gaze vacant as he stared ahead.
All his words got stuck right in his throat at that moment.
It's not that he forgot how to be eloquent...
It's because the living ancestor in front of him had fainted!!!
"Medic! Medic!"
Seeing Wang Zihao suddenly collapse, Zhao Yimeng's secretary was also panicking.
If anything went wrong with Wang Zihao out of the blue, who knows what Zhao Yimeng would do!
"It's fine, it's probably just low blood sugar, nothing serious."
The medics rushed in, examined him carefully, and found no major issues.
The tension among everyone present finally eased a bit.
"Send him to the hospital."
With few words, Zhao Yimeng calmly turned and didn't give anyone else a chance to react.
He stepped past everyone and went directly to Ning An.
"Daoist Ning, consider today as me owing you a favor."
