"Lu Zhiwei, this is the last notice." Counselor Wang's nails dug into his cheap mahogany desk, making a harsh "squeaking" sound. When he spoke, his pair of gold-rimmed glasses would unconsciously slide down half a point from the bridge of his nose, revealing a greasy, self-righteous scrutinizing gaze. The office smelled oddly of overnight instant noodles mixed with cheap air freshener.
