Yan Rusheng was standing on the second level, looking down at them with a straight face. Animosity filled his pair of peach blossom-shaped eyes.
The corners of Xuxu's mouth twitched. She thought, 'Do you have to be so reactive towards a casual remark?'
'You were classmates after all.'
It didn't offend Zhao Zheng in any way. Instead, he smiled and replied, "I'm not soliciting for students, but I'm just giving Xuxu an introduction to my school. There's a strict quota to the new students' enrollment which you can check online. Good grades aren't necessary to get in."
Zhao Zheng sounded superior. Yan Rusheng sneered, "I've heard that there are schools that allow teachers to take a cut for every student they recruit."
It rendered Wen Xuxu speechless.
'Can he be more sensitive to his former classmate's feelings? Must he be so malicious and sharp-tongued?'
