The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: 033 Gentle and Weak Granddaughter, Mr. Jiang who is as Cold as Ice_2

Translator: 549690339

Ren Wanxuan didn’t speak.

Ren Qian stood still, watching her for a long while, took out his cellphone, and prepared to call the principal with a cold expression on his face.

Hearing the keypad beeps, Ren Wanxuan suddenly leaped up, snatched Ren Qian’s cellphone, and ended the call.

Ren Qian didn’t take it back, just stood there watching her.

The principal’s call came back quickly, but neither of them looked.

After a five-minute standoff between the granddaughter and grandfather, Ren Wanxuan finally spoke, “Chen Zhu and I didn’t get the spots.”

The astonishment on Ren Qian’s face was no less than Ren Wanxuan’s. The Ren Family had put so much effort into securing these spots, he and the Chen Family had been determined to obtain them.

Now Ren Wanxuan was saying that both of them didn’t get the spots?

He wanted to ask more, but Ren Wanxuan refused to say another word, returned the cellphone to Ren Qian, and kicked him out the door, relocking it.

Ren Qian held his cellphone and called the principal back.

“Bai Lian?”

Upon learning that one of the two spots went to Bai Lian, Ren Qian’s surprise was evident.

In Ren Wanxuan’s descriptions, Bai Lian had switched from humanities to science, and her science scores had always been low. Ren Qian could never have imagined it would be Bai Lian.

“On Monday you go and apologize to Teacher Li,” Ren Qian knocked twice on Ren Wanxuan’s door with a heavy voice, “Use your head and you should know, who in Xiangcheng would dare to mess with the Ren Family?”

No one inside spoke.

Ren Qian took out his phone, called Ji Shaorong, but no one answered. He then turned to the servant and said, “Pick out a gift that girls would like.”

This meant a gift for Bai Lian.

Suddenly, Ren Wanxuan flung open the door, looked at Ren Qian, “Grandpa, find me the best teacher in Beicheng.”

She couldn’t be outdone by Bai Lian.

It was a little past nine at night.

Purest Street number 112 hadn’t closed yet.

Bai Lian had come back early for something and was preparing to go to the small shop to buy milk, while the shopowner sat outside on a small stool sharpening a knife.

She wore her blue and white school uniform, her hair neatly tied back, holding a notebook in her hand.