"Congratulations, President!"
"Hehe, congratulations..."
Yan Huan was carrying the high-end suit given by Sakuragi and walking towards the teaching building, greeted by students coming out with smiles, congratulating him for "winning the beauty's heart."
Little did they know, this was not something to celebrate at all.
Right now, the perfect Sakuragi had already hidden herself in the "fortress" of the high table dinner she constructed, and only on the day itself could he take a boat to the island to possibly meet her...
Hitomi's presence was already in its final countdown, yet this wasn't even the real pressing matter.
The real pressing matter was now, right now...
"Xiao Huan..."
It was at this moment, when Yan Huan thought so, that a cold voice softly echoed from behind him, instantly sending a chill through his body, freezing him in place.
He clenched the suitcase in his hands tightly, took a deep breath, and turned around...
