Seeing the situation, Zhao Xueying was displeased, pouting her lips and tapping on the blackboard, while tapping on the board, she also tapped Wang Jie's hand.
"Look, look, I can't believe you would do something like this. It's just too awful, way too much."
"I don't care anymore. Anyway, if you don't handle this well, it's going to be a very troublesome matter in the future. You yourself see to it."
After finishing, several women looked at Wang Jie with a look of disdain and glanced fiercely in his direction, not wanting to pay him any further attention.
At that moment, Wang Jie was indeed like a dumb person who had taken a bitter medicine, unable to express his suffering, as if he had to swallow his teeth into his stomach even if they were knocked out.
The next morning, before Wang Jie had even woken up from bed, he heard noises from outside.
Rubbing his bleary eyes with confusion, Wang Jie looked out towards the doorway.