Xia Tianjun's tone was sharp. He was glad he'd come over; otherwise, if something happened to this expensive equipment in the dorm room, who could possibly bear the responsibility?
The cost was too high. If handled through normal procedures, the immense financial burden could ruin an unsuspecting student's academic career and affect their entire life.
However, Zhao Ru frowned, took a step back, and forcefully pulled her hand away.
"Sir, is it really as serious as you're making it out to be?" Zhao Ru said unhappily.
Her words were less a question and more a disgruntled complaint.
'Xia Tianjun is making a mountain out of a molehill,' she thought. 'How expensive could something a student brings to their dorm room possibly be?'
'This isn't middle school anymore. College students get living expenses. It's not like we can't afford to pay for one dinky-looking illegal appliance.'
