"It's okay. We have to rush on our way later. We were afraid that we wouldn't be able to make it in time, so we came directly here. I didn't delay your business, right?"

Fang Zhiqiang said politely.

"No, no! Mr. Fang, please come in quickly!"

Principal Zhang reacted and immediately made a 'please' gesture.

Wang Guihua stood aside, her face still red, and she didn't speak.

When Fang Zhiqiang and Li Xiaoxiao were about to enter the room, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly turned his head, looked at Wang Guihua and said, "That's a good talk. I believe Uncle Zhang will forgive you."

"Really?

Very good!"

Wang Guihua covered her face in excitement and ran out immediately, seemingly in the direction of Zhang Dayou's home.

"Mr. Fang, our school has not received investment for many years. In fact, to be honest, it will be closed down in two years. Do you want to consider making a donation again?"

Principal Zhang's words were so true that Fang Zhiqiang couldn't help but take another look at him.

"No, Principal Zhang, the transportation in our village is inconvenient. If we want to improve this, it will not take a year or two. If the school is closed again, it will be even more inconvenient for these children to go to school. There will be more left-behind children."

Children, I don’t want to see this happen.”

Fang Zhiqiang waved his hand and said.

"Okay, I'm going to prove it right now. Mr. Fang, you sit down first!"
Chapter completed!