Su Nanzhi ambled to the iron gate and looked up at the man outside whose eyes, nose, and mouth were indiscernible. She asked, "Teacher Jiang, what brings you here?"
The security guard uncle beside her maintained his high alert, "Student, do you know him?"
Could he recognize him even without seeing his eyes, nose, and mouth?
Perhaps the security guard uncle was looking too serious, Su Nanzhi explained, "Uncle, he's a teacher at our school."
Only then did the security guard uncle somewhat relax. He knew that the future pillars of the country might be inside the school, and he had to ensure their safety.
The uncle was just over fifty years old, and he loved watching the news, focusing on the country's national defense and education affairs.
Jiang Beiyu lifted the black bag in his hand, which looked quite large now that the distance was closed.
No wonder the security guard uncle was so vigilant.
