Su Yanxin's mood suddenly became tense, and a pretty blush spread across her cheeks.
She brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and opened the email.
The content of the email extinguished the glimmer of hope that had just risen within her with a douse of cold water.
It read as follows.
— Ms. Su, hello. We have reviewed your resume. We regret to inform you that you do not meet our requirements. Your level is suitable for teaching children under five, and that's fine.
After reading the email, Su Yanxin felt like a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out.
If they wanted to reject her, just the first sentence would have been enough; why add that last sentence attacking her, was it amusing?
Su Yanxin took a deep breath, her face flushed, she stood up to pour herself a glass of water.
The water was still very hot, so she drank it slowly.
Sipping the water, she pondered, were her drawings really that bad?
