The man known as Mr. Jhiang was momentarily stunned, not expecting Principal Hao to have such a presence, directly refusing the drink without giving face. After all, he was the president of a subsidiary of the Jhiang Group.
Well, their family had set up a banquet today to invite Principal Hao, hoping their son could attend his international bilingual school. But now, this principal's attitude was neither warm nor cold—what did it mean?
"Principal Hao, my son Ruicong is quite smart. At five years old, he's already well-versed in Tang poetry and skilled in arithmetic. Actually, we as parents always value our child's education greatly. This child definitely meets the admission requirements of your school. Do you think Ruicong could be allowed in..."
Principal Hao glanced lightly at Jhiang Zhengtai, but didn't speak.
Jhiang Zhengtai felt a bit uneasy—was the sponsorship money too little? Or was his son Ruicong not qualified enough?
