"Old Sir Su, you're here. Why didn't you call me? I would have picked you up from the airport myself," he rubbed his hands nervously, looking very uneasy, his voice both hurried and ingratiating.
The gatekeeper who followed him out was full of astonishment, seeing the director, who was usually so arrogant that he didn't take anyone seriously, acting as submissive as a dog.
What was so special about this old man? He was baffled.
"It's alright; I can wait a bit longer," Su Feiman said indifferently, without a hint of anger, and walked in first, "Come in!"
Director An then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The gatekeeper couldn't help but ask what was so special about Su Feiman, who looked quite ordinary.
Director An gave him a slap in anger, "You clueless fool, do you realize whom you've offended? He's a man whose background is so powerful it would scare you to death—a man who once dominated our nation's politics and controlled the judiciary of the entire country.
