Faculty office, School of Economics and Management, South University, in City A.

"Yes, well, rest assured, as far as Brandon is concerned, our teachers are doing their best... All right, sure..."

Hanging up the phone, the middle-aged teacher pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

"Director, is that Mr. Evans calling again? Or about Brandon?"

The dean sighed. "Yeah, Brandon hasn't been here many times since school started. He is a rich boy. We can't beat him, scold him, and he doesn’t listen to our advice. What do you think we can do?"

Bruce, who was also on...