A chill ran through Jie Xiaoqin. Her lips trembled. She felt that anyone who looked at her did so with disgust and fear. At the very least, Teacher Su wouldn't even glance her way.
'The path to the Central Political Department... she had utterly destroyed it!'
'That's right. Before they came, Yuan Pingying had repeatedly warned her to behave, not to pull any petty tricks. But Xia Zhaoyun had pushed her over the edge.'
'Their group had clearly been selected, marking the third time Zhaoyang Clothing Factory would officially take the stage to present a cultural performance for the leadership.'
'Teacher Su could have used this victory to return to the Central Political Department, and I would have been one of the few she would have taken with her…'
'Now, it was all ruined!'
'Her dream of joining the Central Political Department would never come true…'
However, Jie Xiaoqin looked at Xia Zhaoyun and let out a cold laugh.
"So what if it was me? And so what if it wasn't?"
