Ye Shaohua finally understood.
Wenqing was looking down on her.
She gritted her teeth, opened Whatsapp, and sent a message to Sister Jiang.
You Ye Ancestors: Remember this, I, Ye Ancestor, can fly without any teacher.
You Ye Ancestors: Next time, do not find me any fucking stupid teachers.
Sister Jiang: Teacher Wen might not have the best tone, and since you were directly parachuted in by the company, he might have prejudged you with some bias, but once you show a bit of your face, they will definitely not treat you like this. With your intelligence and looks, I have yet to see anyone who does not like you.
Ye Shaohua thought to herself that there indeed were such people; the Ye Family had two.
You Ye Ancestors: Kid, tell the company not to find any more teachers for me, I'll just blindly figure it out myself.
After sending the message, she turned off Whatsapp.
She continued to watch Lin He's film.