The vice-principal almost trembled. The principal was really angry, but the vice-principal still said timidly, "I've talked to Mrs. Sheng, and the library building has already begun construction."
"Then demolish it!" The principal was so angry that blue veins protruded on his forehead, and his hand smacked the table so hard that his palm turned red.
The situation was deadlocked and Sheng Yue suddenly said, "Principal, my cousin Sheng Yang is really a poor girl. She grew up in the countryside, and the person who adopted her can't speak. She's suffered a lot."
She spoke and almost burst into tears as if she felt really sorry for her cousin.
But the principal remained unmoved. What he hated most were back-door dealings. "But this has nothing to do with the rules. If we enrolled everybody, how could we be called the best high school in the city?"
