After all, students are students, failing to recognize their own status, sooner or later, brings trouble.
"Yes..." Yu Xiaoyu gave her best friend an apologetic look, her face full of embarrassment.
Mo Yanxue's complexion turned deathly pale, not expecting the other party to be so inconsiderate.
Her memory flashed back to a few days prior.
Back then, he was just a coachman, explaining things to her cautiously, while she insisted on being strictly official, docking a day's rations just because he hadn't tethered Suxiang...
How similar that moment was to the present, yet lamentably, the person with power had completely reversed.
"Xiaoyu, I'll go out first..."
Knowing that staying here was meaningless, Mo Yanxue said, and turned to leave the room.
It wasn't until she left the classroom that she felt an ache in her heart.
The coachman, once easily manipulated by her, had unknowingly grown beyond her reach.
