Zhang Xiaoying was no stranger to these people.
She had a fair understanding of their characters and had been looking for an opportunity to sever ties with them completely, and now was the perfect time.
"As for the days spent studying with Ayang before, I've said there's no need for a scholarship grant, so let's not bring that up again," said Zhang Xiaoying indifferently. "If you want your children to attend school in the future, pay the scholarship grant, and the rest has nothing to do with you."
"Auntie, we were just anxious and misspoke without meaning it, and the wage was just a joke. Let's keep things as they were supposed to be, right?" those people immediately showed their soft bellies, chuckling awkwardly as they tried to give back the money.
Zhang Xiaoying remained calm. "I've heard all the things you said. Whether it was unintentional or deliberate, you know it yourselves! You're not three-year-olds anymore, there's no need to explicitly point out some things.
