"They're not anonymous." Liao Chunqiu's gaze shifted. "They used their real names."
Ji Qingming was stunned for a moment. "Even if they used their real names, there are always people who don't care about the big picture. Look, the teachers and students of Ivy League are still here. They—"
Liao Chunqiu rudely interrupted him and said sarcastically, "Oh, from what you're saying, you still think that you're making sense, don't you?"
"Of course. I'm a professional. I can report whoever made those complaints so they can show me the evidence." Ji Qingming was actually panicking, but if it was exposed, his career would be over. He would fall from heaven to hell.
He thought that it was probably some teacher who couldn't stand his excellence and reported him.
The freshmen would not have the guts to provide evidence unless they did not want to stay in this university anymore.
