She didn't have any intimate relationship with the student union's chairman, yet she found the man in front of her to be unreasonable.
God knows what he might think.
And indeed, she did not picture it wrong, Sylvan Cheney's face turned darker and colder in an instant.
Ominously.
"Why are you so eager to leave." He asked indifferently.
"Think as you wish." Jasmine Yale didn't want to deal with him any longer, she bent over to pack her clothes.
Soon, everything was all packed up neatly.
With a "clang" sound, she closed her suitcase, and briskly zipped the bag up.
The sound was really loud!
"So defiant now, huh? Thinking I can't do anything to you?"
Jasmine Yale walked up to him, standing defiantly in front of him.
"Mr. Cheney, quit treating me like a child. I am not eight anymore, I am twenty." Jasmine Yale stared at him as she spoke.
He also looked straight back at Jasmine Yale.
"So what?" He coldly glanced at her.
