The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: 053 Refuses entry to Jiangjing, who doesn’t know a bit of Liang-style yet (second update)_1

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Having said that,

the Secretary General didn’t wait for their response and headed straight for the door.

Behind him, the principal and the others exchanged glances.

Suddenly one spoke up, “I’ll go find Teacher Lu, and have Zhang Shize and the others apologize to Ren Wanxuan.”

The principal sighed but did not object.

Indeed, yesterday’s incident was Zhang Shize’s fault, and students from Class 15 should apologize to Ren Wanxuan…

Although it seemed a bit much, the principal always had to think about the bigger picture; there was no one else in the entire school who could film that shot other than Ren Wanxuan.

The Secretary General had essentially represented Ren Qian’s stance. This wasn’t just the Secretary General’s attitude, but also Ren Qian’s.

The bunch of students from Class 15 were indeed lively and lovely, and he had a good relationship with them, but to offend Ren Qian over this trifle, and consequently be unable to shoot the video, was simply not worth the loss.

Outside, at the milk tea shop.

Bai Lian was brushing up on her work while waiting for Ji Heng at the milk tea shop.

The place was as crowded as ever.

Chi Yundai, expressionless, finished his morning tasks and, taking off his chef’s hat, was about to leave coldly.

Nobody in the kitchen dared to speak to him.

It was only when Chi Yundai observed Bai Lian sitting outside that he turned around 180 degrees.

“Miss Bai, what brings you here?” Chi Yundai took a seat opposite her.

He was very surprised.

Today, Bai Lian was dressed in sky-blue long sleeves, with each black button fastened meticulously; one hand held a black pen, the other casually pressed down an exercise book, lazily working on questions.

Upon hearing him, she raised an eyebrow indifferently, “Master Chi.”

Because of his delicious cooking, Bai Lian had quite a bit of respect for him.

“Just call me Xiaochi,” Chi Yundai sat across from her, the unwelcoming expression on his face was gone, and he began to complain, “I’ve been making cakes for over half a month now, you know.”

He really missed his cases.

He would even prefer to go back to teaching that group of blockheads.

He had almost forgotten what his main job was.

Chi Yundai was around forty, a bit older than Chief Chen; Bai Lian couldn’t bring herself to look at his face.

“But don’t you like it?” Bai Lian listened to him attentively, her fingers writing a string of neat characters.