Before Ye Anyao could reply, Old Madam Ye's face was filled with joy.
"Master Zhou, our Anyao is much better than that little b*tch. Yaoyao, I'll make you some soup when I get back. Let's leave that little b *tch here, let her apologize to the entire school!"
Ye Anyao said apologetically, "Sister, I'm sorry. If you didn't cheat, I would have taught you English but it's still alright now. It's always good if you know your mistakes and change for the better. Sister, if you apologize sincerely, we'll still be good sisters in the future."
Ye Beisheng watched everything calmly. After Ye Anyao finished her performance, she asked the principal, "Where's the microphone?"
The principal handed the microphone to Ye Beisheng, trembling, and then connected it to the school's speakers.
When everyone was done with class, they suddenly heard the announcement.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Ye Beisheng from Class 9 of the third-year computer science department."
