Nathalie Quinlan had invited them to dinner, but Myles Sullivan didn't even want to go, let alone to the farewell dinner for those who hadn't been admitted to Tsinghua University—Myles Sullivan naturally "couldn't find the time"!
Ivy Wilmar didn't reply to any more messages, she put away her phone and gave her a stern and rigid glance, as if to admonish her, "Ghania, you need to have a longer-term perspective in life. Don't be like your mother, focusing only on the people and things right in front of you, or you'll be trapped in a narrow mindset. Now that you're in Beijing, everything is different from before. If you keep being petty like you used to be, even if your uncle and I want to support you, you won't achieve great things."
Ghania Quinlan had been in high spirits, but after hearing her words, her face turned pale, and she clenched her hands tightly, bowing her head in humiliation and not daring to meet her eyes, "I understand, Auntie."