"You little brat, you're really out of line, disappearing for such a long time without even a phone call. If I hadn't asked your dorm mates, I'd have thought you had gone missing. Next year you're supposed to start your internships, and everyone else is busy as hell, preparing for exams and starting their papers, and here you are, not even a shadow to be seen. Do you want to repeat a year or something?"
The old man ranted on angrily before switching to patiently lecturing. This drastic change, along with his comedic expression, made Qinghe's hard-earned guilt disappear completely.
She thought about it, "At my current age, even if I had to repeat a year, I'd still be ahead of the game."
Hearing Qinghe's inflammatory remark, the old man nearly passed out from high blood pressure.
